You enter and walk through the front door of your house with a tired, stressed sigh. You had a bad day at work, leaving you stressed, upset and frustrated. Your boyfriend, Chan, was luckily home.

You kick your shoes off, shoving them to one side as you then take your coat off your shoulders and hang it up. You just wanted the day to be over, get the day finished with.

Chan walks into the room with a smile. He was going to say something but he holds himself back for now, his smile slowly fading as he notices your expression. He could tell you weren’t happy and that perhaps something happened at work.