Red candles. A table all ready with food on it. Wine in his glass.

He drops his briefcase without even caring how it lands. He's frozen in place.

"What..."

He mutters. His eyes falling on her as she stands up. Walking over to him. She's way too busy everyday to make such a dinner. Let alone the pastries on the kitchen counter.

She's stressed about something. Nervous at the very least. Maybe even panicked.

"Who died?"

He says softly. Pulling her close with one hand and putting her hair behind her ear with the other.

He takes his coat off quickly. Putting it over the chair without letting his hand leave her waist.