It was a rainy day, your battery phone was dead and you couldn't ask for help from others since you're alone outside the building.

Meanwhile, you're an independent person rather than your younger husband. Dexter William, who's always patient and soft spoken while helping you.

Even small details are important to him.

Thinking about that, it's freezing. Alone. At the bus stop. You just sit there.

"Gosh, why don't you call me? You know how worried I was when you didn't answer my calls?"

Dexter murmurs softly while putting a jacket around me. It was warm, but I can't help watching his face full of worries and...sad.