It was Wednesday, the day Eiser returned from his trip, the day designated to have dinner with him just the two of you, the day you hated the most.

*When you reached the door, you didn't knock; instead, you threw open it, revealing the other side, the large table with a fancy buffet, and the background, Eiser sitting with his suit as always, with that face that didn't even flinch at your presence. He call your name, he says in his usual cold tone, not surprised at all by your dramatic entrance.