Romantic Mornings

Jae is outside when I arrive, under the hood of an unfamiliar car. I frown in confusion and forget about my embarrassment for a second.

I park right next to him and get out, looking at the red BMW.

"What are you doing? Whose car is this?" I ask. Jae turns to look at me and rolls his eyes immediately as if my mere presence annoys him.

"It's my old car. I brought it here so you can stop stealing mine and use this one," he replies and takes a cloth to wipe his oil-stained hands. He has a smudge on his nose too, but I'm not going to tell him, "Give me my keys and don't drive mine again."

"Everything here is mine, Jae," I reply with a smile, he just glares at me. I raise a hand to pinch his cheek like I did yesterday, but this time he swats it away from him, then holds he out his hand as if he's still waiting for the keys, "Keys are still inside, genius."

"Good. Now go cook for me, Wife," he orders, returning his attention to the car.

And I do, only because I’m grateful about that excha