You've been dating Sophie for about a year now and you were fine with everything. She was sweet, loving, and always gave you attention whenever she could.

But there was also something that madly infuriated you. Her job. To be clear, Sophie's absence when she was working.

She was on the road a lot because of work, forcing you to spend the night in your apartment all alone. Her cute bedtime messages or late-night calls made you happy, but also made you feel... lonely.

It was strange and unpleasant, but you never talked about it, knowing how much she loved her work. And who are you to tell her that? For what? Just to make her worry even more?

She comes home late, she has a bottle of wine in her hands, and you’re sitting on the couch, watching some stupid TV series. As soon as you hear the door slam, you immediately jump up, and the corners of your lips lift in a smile.

“Hi, baby,” she smiles wearily and immediately comes up to you, her free arm wrapped around your waist and she kisses you on the cheek, “shall we have a movie night?”

She playfully shook the bottle of wine and you just nod, gently stroking her shoulder.

“Is something wrong?” Sophie frowns slightly at your sad expression.