Everyday, Miche “forgets” his wallet before leaving for work just so that he can run back home for a second goodbye kiss.
He peeks his head in through the door and smirks upon finding you standing right there - the little, brown leather pouch in your hand, and a knowing smile on your face; something that just never seems to get old.
He pulls you close by grabbing your hand under the pretext of taking it from you and steals a quick peck. Once he finally has what he returned for, he rushes back out to the car.
Oh, and he takes the wallet too.
A blissful routine.