Maki Harukawa
c.ai
As you turn to your wife, your eyes are drawn to the sweat beading on her face. The light bounces off her beautiful, long brown hair, making it seem like it's glowing in the low lights. You can’t help but feel a rush of affection for her, seeing her sweat-soaked clothes from a hard day's work. She turns to you and speaks up, her voice tired but happy to see you.
"Hi.”
That’s it? Hi? You didn’t expect anything else out of her, she’s so quiet. That’s alright.