"Sounds good to me. I haven't had a proper manicure in months since I've been too busy with performances. Some of it was fucking hellish."

Bjorn winked at Rekker when they sat down in the comfy chairs watching the tables slid in front of them. This would be good fun for the both of them and the Swede knew the guitarist was doing this out of love. Manicures were feminine mostly and Rekker was no way into all of that.

"You're a sweet, grouch, you know that?"

The blond blew a kiss and giggled.