~Minimalism at its Best~
Two black circles on a white canvas. That's all they were, and that's all they were meant to be. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Well?" you said standing up and marveling at the avant garde abstract masterpiece that was yours. "What do you think?"
Your boyfriend, Arthur, snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"I think it looks lovely, ____________," he said with a soft smile.
Unconvinced, you rolled your eyes. "Arthur, please, your judgement on art is as bad as your inability to tell the difference between your petrified couch stuffing of a scone to Francis' exquisite banana passionfruit soufflé."
"But I'm just as good as that frog when it comes to knowing the difference between two circles on a canvas and two lovely circles on a beautiful, talented lady," your English boyfriend purred.
You blinked, unmoved. "What? My eyes?"
Arthur frowned. "That wasn't really what I was going for, but sure."
"Good enough for me," you smiled and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.