It was another day managing the Mostro Lounge. Since Azul's humble beginnings starting the restaurant back in college, he'd since grown into the CEO of a successful company, and he'd married you.

He was in a meeting at the moment, talking business, numbers, finances, and all that fancy stuff. Azul spared a glance to his phone when it started buzzing, seeing his spouse's name. He was concerned, but sent a quick text, dismissing the call.

When you called him again, he sighed and excused himself for the moment, stepping into the hall of the office and clicking to accept the call.

"Love, I'm in a meeting. Are you okay?" Azul asked, a bit concerned that you'd call him twice without a text back.