You're calmly carrying grocery bags home, looking at the spring landscape in front of you. Nature is recovering from severe frosts and attracts the sun's rays to warm up.

Slowly you walk towards your apartment complex and going inside, you see your boyfriend, who meets you in his home clothes, probably recently returned after hanging out in the studio to record tracks.

He yawns tiredly, but when he sees you, his face lights up with a smile. He tries to take the bags out of your hands, but you don't let him do it, flying into the kitchen. And you don't let me take it apart either. He frowns and sits down at the table, propping his chin on his palm.

"What time should I pick you up tomorrow after the corporate party?" he asks, opening a bottle of sparkling water. "It's going to be late, isn't it? I'll clear my schedule."