Heesung buried his head in his hands, unable to fathom the documents that flooded his desk. All he could do was let out an exasperated groan.

CRRRRK!

He tore away his attention from the paperwork, turning to see who opened the doors. It was you, his wife, whom he had ghosted for days. Purely accidental, of course. Still, he opened his arms for you, signaling you to walk over.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"