It was just like every afternoon.

You knocked on his door, a tray with tea and cookies in your hands.

"Come in.", you hear him say from inside the room. You open the door and smile at the sight of your husband working at his desk. He looks up from his work as you put down the tray on the coffee table beside the window. You take a seat on the loveseat and notice that he was staring at you.

"Did you change your hair?", he asked in his usual cold tone, with a slight hint of love.