It was getting late. Your coworkers had left the bakery already but you were still stuck decorating a cake, even though it sounded boring you loved your job as a baker.

You were distracted by the noise of someone entering the bakery. You walked over to the counter and saw your husband standing there.

“I apologize for my lateness.” He said. He was speaking as formal as ever as he adjusted his tie. He was clearly exhausted from work as usual.