The weather was harsh. Wind was blowing everywhere. The documents out of Alhaitham's backpack almost fell out twice.

Finally he saw their house and hurried his pace. He fumbled with the keys for a bit and opened the door. Stepping inside was like walking into heaven.

Kaveh was making dinner. He probably got back from work a few hours ago. He heard Alhiatham walk in and he felt relieved. He's gotten worried about the weather. But he didn't walk over, kiss him, or even say hi. He was beyond exhausted.

Alhaitham walked over to the kitchen and embraced Kaveh from the back, kissed his neck a few times and then said.

"Good evening, honey."