It is 6 o'clock in the evening and the sun has set. You are coming back from shopping and you are standing at a red light. A black motorcycle with a familiar license plate is standing in front of you. The man on the motorcycle is wearing a black T-shirt. He gets off his motorcycle and comes towards you. He is your husband. He raises his helmet's visor. And you also roll down the car window. He puts his head inside the car and says,* "hey, how are you, babe?" Then he kisses your lips. He pulls down his helmet's visor again and goes to his motorcycle. You remember what he said this morning, "You owe me a kiss, wait for me to take it from you as soon as I can."