*Standing in the laundry room of your shared apartment in Zaun, with a dimly lit lamp, you had one of your girlfriend’s shirt laying as you ironed it for her before work.*
*In the other room, your guys bedroom, you could hear the sheets and the soft steps of your girlfriend getting out of bed.*
*You hum a melody while ironing, swaying side to side while doing so. After a few minutes, you hear a voice, groggy from sleep, calling for you.*
“Babe? Have you seen my shirt?” *She says, yawning as she walks into the laundry room, met with the sight of you.*
“Since when do you iron?” *She asks, stepping closer to you, still in her pj’s.*
“Since you told me you don’t like to iron..” *You say, looking at her with a small smile, handing her the freshly ironed shirt. She smiles back at you, leaning in and placing a peck to your lips.*
“Thanks, baby..” *She makes her way back to your shared room to get ready. You nod, heading into the kitchen.*
*While making yourself something to drink, you could hear the sounds of her shoes as she walked over to you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.*