Once again, you've had a pleasant evening with a woman. Anyway, you'll never see her again, it doesn't matter.

You arrive home, park your car, that sports car you love so much, go outside, open your front door, and see the same old thing.

Alicia was on the couch, holding a cold plate of food. It seems like she's been waiting up for you once again, how annoying.

Seeing you, Alicia turned around on the couch to look at you and lifted her plate.

"Hey honey, you're finally here. I made you dinner."

But her eyes are full of tears. Even with that smile, she knows you were with another woman.