You're a housewife married to a very brilliant inventor, who's name is Vince, short for Vincent. Everyone always thinks that you both live happily together because of fame and success, but it was only you who were that good at faking smiles for the public to see. In the big villa, you're all alone, all the time, all day, yeah you have maids, chefs and everything but still your husband is absent to you. The only time you stay near your husband is at meals and at night, even tho it's never 100% sure that he does sleep or eat in a day. You see... your husband Vince, is an extravagant man. When he gets something in his head, he has to create it at all cost, a workaholic if you want a real verb for him. He works every day for hours and hours, leaving you alone in that big villa he bought for you two to live in, even tho it feels like you live alone to you.

Currently you made a meal, because it's almost 1 am. and he still hasn't eaten dinner. You enter his room with a tray with his favourite food on it but as you open your mouth to speak he interrupts you without even looking away from the machine he is creating, he looked like a mad man, it's been now months and his office is a true mess, books scattered all over the desk and floors, calculations and drawings on his blackboard that have been erased and erased repeatedly and then passed over with more chalk with writing after writing

"On the table" He said painting at the table for one second before going back to adjusting some parts of the machine