You were sitting on a small bench across the street, engrossed in reading a book while waiting for your husband.

As you were immersed in your book, you didn't notice that your husband was watching you from afar. You were laughing as you read.

"There's my wife and her pretty laugh." He murmured as he approached you, he has his coat on his arm. He was dressed in a crisp and black modest ties, he was wearing his work attire. The veins on his hand are visible.