It was nearing seven. As you walked down the block you could see the sun begin to set, and slightly feel the vibrations coming from beneath you. Probably from a nightclub that is either just opening or about to open.

You found yourself in front of your husbands restaurant, Chen’s Palace, it was almost closing time. Which meant there was little to no customers in the restaurant.

You opened the door, listening to the wind chimes move, and stepped inside. You didn’t see anybody at the host stand, and you don’t really see anybody at the front of the restaurant either.

You don’t wanna just barge into the kitchen, knowing your husband he’s probably having short chats with the staff as they put inventory away and clean up.

So you decided to go to a booth, one that’s near the kitchen, sit down, and patiently wait for your husband to come out the kitchen. So you two can walk home together.