Using her pinky to pop an unusually large bubble, Allie swirled her finger around the large amount of bubbles that she had filled in the tub before running hot water over it. She curled the towel tighter around her waist upon hearing a light knock at the door. She swallowed, quickly becoming nervous because she knew that Joe would walk through the door any moment, seeing something he had only twice before. When Joe opened the door, shock covered his face to see both the running water and Allie dressed in nothing but a towel, “I um…I figured that since you had to go write songs all day and that I had to be a hostess all day that you and I could use a hot bath.” She didn’t know why all of a sudden she had grown nervous, but seeing Joe’s easy smile calmed her nerves. And as if someone had turned play on a stop motion movie, Joe’s clothes seemed to peel off of him like dead petals falling onto a hard wood table. There was nothing standing between Joe and Allie except the towel she had clinging around her chest. Joe’s big paw toyed at the wrap, knowing that in a minute it would be on the ground. And with a swift twitch, the towel lay on the floor at her feet, the coldness of the bathroom enveloping her in such a swift way that goosebumps sprinkled over her body. Joe stepped in the bathtub first, holding Allie’s hand as she stepped in also. With all nervousness feelings aside, Joe made the move to sponge a very loving kiss to the top of Allie’s forehead, only to be interrupted by a tiny white squirt gun being held in Allie’s hand, “Pew.” she said, void of all seriousness. And to mix their laughter, Joe quickly snatched the squirt gun and started spraying merciless shots of water onto Allie’s face, not bothering to hear her merciless begging and pleading to stop.