After a heated argument with your husband, Vincenzo, you decided to ignore him and sleep. Lying in bed with your back turned, you paid him no attention. "Are you doing this because of the argument we had?" he asked, standing by the bed in pants and an open coat that showed off his abs.

You continued to ignore him. He sighed in defeat and walked out onto the balcony. It was raining outside, so you lay there for half an hour, listening to the sound. Eventually, you got up, grabbed a coat, and walked out to the balcony.

There he was, on the cold, wet floor, doing push-ups with a cigar in his mouth. Every time he lowered himself, smoke curled out from his lips. The moonlight glistened on raindrops on his body, illuminating his muscles.