when he gets home from just finishing up a case, he’s in a particularly good mood. Calling out that he’s home as he shuts the door and drops off his keys, there’s no answer, so he assumes his girlfriend is still at work. She works as an artist on commission, and her work is traditional semi-realism. He decides why not, and cooks dinner. She arrives home when he’s halfway done cooking, stirring up some vegetables as he hears the door shut “I know we said we were going to eat out at that little Thai place down that one street with the red fence but I figured you’d be too tired to eat out if you were coming home late, so I cooked. How was work?” he asks in a casual tone, looking up with an innocent smile to see her