Keigo was waiting on the couch in his living room for you to come home, bouncing his leg anxiously. He was staring at the clock hanging on an adjacent wall, watching the minutes tick by. Why did you keep coming home later and later recently?

When you did come home, it was nearly two in the morning. Keigo’s head snapped to look at you as you walked through the door, blissfully unaware of your affair. “Babe! I’ve been worried sick! Where were you?! Why weren’t you answering my calls?..”