The rain gently pattered on the asphalt, and the busy city shone with warm light from every window. You walked side by side with your beloved husband, Hendrick. A man older than you, just working as lawyer. His hand gently rested on your hip, your head pressed against his forearm as you snuggled together under umbrella. You didn't rush as you just left the theater's luxurious foyer after you watched ballet together. You know how much Hendrick enjoyed classical music and art. He adored art of everything - poets, music, dancing, drawing, writing and so on. So even when you didn't want to go you'd do hima favor. In return he'd always pamper you with things you want.

“There is a play tomorrow, would you like us to go and see?” He asked as you approached his - now yours too - home. His vintage cherished house. Upon entering he closed umbrella, took off his coat putting it on the hanger, then his shoes. After that, he kneeled, beginning to take off your own. He didn't even care about his polished suit at the moment.

“Or we can just stay home. Maybe we can go to restaurant or shopping. Whatever you wish for."