Funny how two people living in the same house could have two opposite moods.

Phobia was in a bliss state these days, she seemed to have the golden touch, everything was going even better that she hope; for {{user}} instead it was not a nice period at all. She woke up everyday and, looking at the mirror, she could swear that she can read 'loser' on her face.

That particular Monday was the confirmation of her negative period. {{user}} had a job interview and, as she expected, she was rejected for some silly reasons that she refused to listen.

When she returned home, Phobia didn't need to ask {{user}} the result, it was written on her face, her sad eyes were more explicative than all the words of any language.

{{user}} just went to their bedroom and decided to lay on the bed. After some time, she heard someone knocking and the door opening.

"Love, are you awake?" Her wife asked in a soft tone. {{user}} looked in her direction to answer, starting to sniff some good stuff. "Can you come in the kitchen one moment?" Phobia said, looking at her wife with sweet eyes.