She mumbled something under her breath before drifting off again, her hand over his heart. * * * "What did you do before you knew me, though?"
He kissed the top of her head, shutting his eyes as well. *** "Made clothes. That is also uneventful.
She stretched and kissed her temple before slipping out of bed, pulling on a sweater. * * * "Well... that's just because you're used to it. That's all."
Her phone beeped and she frowned, tying back her hair into a messy bun before heading to the door, grabbing a muffin from the kitchen cupboard on her way out. * * * "Trust me, Cal. You have a cool job."
There was a muffin on the bedside table next to him as well as a small slip of paper with a heart on it. * * * "I thought you liked your job?"
He picked up the paper, his head cocked. *** "Oh, I do. It's just that I've been somewhat uninspired lately."
Val headed down the street, finishing the muffin before getting into her car. * * * "I can't imagine you not being creative."