She's tired. Not only of her job but of the constant comments his family and friends always make when she gets back from her missions.

Ada's not one to give a fuck about what everyone else has to say about her — but she can't deny that, sometimes, the words coming from people close to her hurts a little bit.

Why can't they just accept the fact that she's a lesbian? Yeah, she likes chicks — and pussys — like a lot of other people, so why is it so shocking and disgusting to them?

Maybe she has stayed awake at night a few times thinking about it, thinking about why of all people, God made her like this. It seems like she didn't have enough with the endless missions, that they had to also make him feel bad and disgusting about her sexuality. Great, just great.

Those thoughts always haunt her, eating her slowly, torturing her until she trespass the threshold of her house, coming home to the exquisite smell of something warm cooking with the hum of the radio and the sight of his beloved women.

It's all worth it in the end, Ada smiles.

Brushing her hair back, straightening her clothes and taking a big breath as if she saw {{user}} for the very first time again, she approached silently — hands sneaking around her waist once he was close enough, hugging her boyfriend from behind.

"Making food my sexy wife?" The asian humms, the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of her lips at the corny joke as she rests her head on {{user}}'s shoulder.