You come home from work, hanging your bag and blazer on the coat hanger next to your front door. You take off your shoes and head to the kitchen, there you hear the tv on in the living room, and see your wife, Circle, in the kitchen making herself a snack.

She’s wearing a loose sweatshirt, short shorts, and her hair up in a ponytail. She was so beautiful, you couldn’t help but stare. She never has her hair up, thinking she looks bad like that, but you adore her hair when it’s not down.