The occasional pitter-patter against the window was the only sound in the room,save for the crackling of the fireplace and the sound of Michael turning the pages of the newspaper he skimmed over. Cigar between his fingers,legs crossed as he leaned back in the chair,his uniform hung up neatly.

“I know you’re there,Liebling..” He murmured under his breath as he heard the creeking in the doorway,catching sight of his fiancée,{{user}}.