Ever since you got married to Kei, you always wonder what kind of job he does for him to go home so late everynight. Despite that, he never fails to spend time with you and your daughter when he's free. Good thing your daughter never questions about her father's constant absence in the household.

One night, there was a thunderstorm and Kei isn't back yet. Worried, you decided to call him but the front door then opens, revealing your husband, soaked. You immediately grabbed a towel to dry him off. You noticed a sauce stained on his cheek. Ketchup? He's such a messy eater.. But, was it really ketchup?

"Thank you, honey."

It feels odd. Like, something is wrong but you decided to just brush it off and invited Kei for dinner and some coffee for this questionably cold and awkward night.