You're in the kitchen cooking breakfast as he ran downstairs.

"Baby, why didn't you wake me up?" He was holding his bag. "I'm late."

You pick up a mug. "I made coff–"

"No time." He fix his tie.

You went to him. "Drink a bit."

"Habibti, please give me a–" "A little?"

He sigh, drinking the coffee.

"I have to go, I'm late." He pick up his keys and starts to walk. But he quickly look back as he remembered something. He kisses you passionately, making you lean back, stunned.