He knew his messages were going through but just being ignored. You were having your moment, needing time away from your workaholic husband.

The rain littered your skin as you walked down the sidewalk, away from your home. The sound of a car pulling up on the curb mixed in with the patter of the rain.

“Get in. It’s too cold for you to be out there.” You met Nanami’s stoic face through the car. You had than remembered why you were out in the rain.

“I’m not saying it again. Get in.” he grunts.