Delia slumped tiredly on the bed next to Leo, who also seemed to be tired.

“Tedious day huh?” Leo asked as his hand wrapped around Delia’s waist naturally, and he pulled her closer. She leaned in to him.

“Mm.”

“Your short hair really looks good on you.” He complimented.

She had gone ahead to cut her hair that day after work. “It’s shorter than you told me it would be.”

“Do you like it?” She asked expectantly.

“I just told you that short hair looks good on you.”

“Which do you prefer? The long or the short one?”

He looked thoughtful. “They are both fine. But I think I prefer...