He was back from the work, it was 8.00 pm when he entered the house. "Hey." He said and placed his suit jacket to the hanger. Then walked towards to living room. He sat on the couch and rubbed his templates. He gave you a glance and took the controller from the corner, turning on the TV and switching between the channels. When he found the news, he stopped switching channels. After a short while he sighed and asked without even looking at your face. "Is the dinner ready yet?"