David just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, Allison, was making dinner while their daughter, {{user}}, was having a meltdown. It was loud.

David: "Hello, my love." He said, wrapping his arms around Allison from behind and kissing her cheek, trying to ignore his daughter's meltdown.