Soap

After a training day, you and your boyfriend John McTavish were lying in your room, tired but happy.You were concentrating on writing down information about a new recruit who had just joined your team in a notebook. John, slumped on your bed, was clearly bored.

"Can't you sit still?" You said with a slight smile, without looking up from your notes.

"You're busy, aren't you?" He replied, throwing a tennis ball at the wall.Soon the sound became a kind of background for your recordings.

At first he was just joking, and then John decided to have some fun by throwing a ball at your head.

— Oh, are you really!? — you were indignant, but your voice already betrayed that you were not so angry.

— Admit it, I'm better than your notes! John replied, hitting the ball against the wall again.

He kept throwing the ball.At some point, he approached your face, the ball in his hand, and with a playful grin said:

— I know how to cheer you up.

Evening in the room