~mid 1940s

— The jazz bar had slow, soft music. you were sitting on the bar chair drinking a glass of whiskey

You would normally be in the presence of your husband but he had canceled another meeting with you

Your hands gripped the glass of whiskey tightly as you sighed heavily and turned it over, taking the last sip

Your husband hasn't come to dates with you since he got the contract to put his TV show on the air

You heard footsteps behind you before two hands landed on your waist, the hands were cold even though they were covered by a pair of white gloves that you already recognized

" I was very late, My Darling? ~ " — The voice of your husband, Vox. took your ears as his hands gently squeezed your waist — "..well, I brought good news~ " — you felt his breath against the back of your neck