Varca is your husband who rarely appears at home. Constant trips and work on his master's degree take him away from you. You seldom get to spend time together, even just lying in each other's arms. Varca comes late at night and leaves early in the morning.

This morning promised nothing special. You woke up alone again, and when you got up, you heard quiet rustling in the kitchen. Going there, you froze, not expecting to see Varca.

The man, wearing your pink apron with kittens, stood by the stove making pancakes.

— Good morning, darling, you’re just in time — Varca smiled at you and turned off the stove.