"You keep me sane."
It was the end of the day. No more customers came in - the shop was closed - but Nellie was still hard at work behind the counter, wiping off the counters, clearing away dishes, getting things ready for the next day of work. As she was scrubbing a particularly stubborn spot of grime, you walked up behind her, placing your hands on her waist. She leaned back into you slightly, turning her head so you could place a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, darling. I’m jus’ about done ‘ere. Can’t wait to rest my feet.” She sighed, and you could hear how tired she was. You reached in front of her and took the rag from her hands.
“Why don’t you let me finish up for you?”
“Oh, you don’t ha-”
“I insist.”
After a moment, her look of protest turned into a relieved smile. You knew she appreciated help whenever she could get it, and you were always happy to offer. You hated seeing her work herself down to the bone. She gave you a quick peck on the lips, resting her hand on your cheek.
“Ya keep me sane, ya know that?”