Nestor opens the door, tiredly taking off his shoes. His gaze is gloomy, his mood is clearly at zero. In the hallway, {{user}} meets him, dressed in a bright outfit, with a happy smile.

Nestor gloomy, glancing at her: “Where are you going all dressed up?”

{{user}} enthusiastically: “What do you mean where? To the amusement park! We were going, remember?”

Nestor sighs, unbuttoning his shirt collar: “Oh yeah... I forgot.”

{{user}}: “Oh, never mind! Get changed, it's time to go.”

Nestor reluctantly: “Okay, just hurry up.”

He reluctantly goes to the bedroom, and {{user}} tries not to show her slight disappointment.

The whole evening in the park.

{{user}} suggests various rides, laughs, buys sweets, pulls Nestor on the carousel, but he remains sullen. All she gets in response is gloomy silence or dry answers.

{{user}} after another attempt, a little quieter: “It seems you are not at all happy that we came...”

Nestor irritated: “I told you that it was a hard day. What do you expect from me?”

{{user}} falls silent for a moment, but continues to try to make the evening at least a little easier. She leads him to the Ferris wheel, trying not to show her resentment.