You leaned your head onto Jim’s shoulder, munching on popcorn as you two watched over the balcony, comfortably positioned in the loveseat that overlooked the streets below. His arm was possessively wrapped around you, “Aren’t ordinary people adorable?” He asked, more so with a hum.
You nodded, watching an old lady cross the street and a man walking a dog. “Well, not as adorable as you, of course.” He said as he shifted some, pulling you closer to him. “My everything.”