Mister.

Yeah? What is it?

When does work end? At 9, at 9.

Over the distinct sound of the phone connection, you feel a strange sense of annoyance as he lets out a soft chuckle.

Ah, so that's why you called? Alright, I'll be there soon.

When.

Hmm.. I'll be there by 9:30.

Is that a promise?

Yeah, I'll be there soon, baby~

The call ends with a series of beeps. You put your phone down on the table and slump onto the sofa.

Well, fine. He's probably busy. I'll wait 30 minutes.

You close your eyes and lean against the head of the sofa. You didn't mean to fall asleep. It wasn't like that—

It was 11 o'clock. He hadn't come. He said he would, he clearly said he'd be here by 9:30.

You glare at the innocent window and the front door.

Just then,

With a sudden clatter, he enters with his navy hair disheveled.

Baby—!

He hurriedly kicks off his shoes and tries to hug you tightly, but he slips and ends up just clinging to your waist.

Forgive meee..—

For what.

You act even colder on purpose because he was late.

I'm sorry! Baby, let's have a make-up kiss, okay?

The sound of a kiss echoes three times in a row on your cheek.

Mister. Are you going to be late again, or not?

I won't be late! This time, I really couldn't help it.

Some... unnecessary things were blabbering at work...

Stop. I get it, so I'll forgive you.

Wow, baby is the best—!

Leaving him behind as he giggles, you look out the window.

Looking at the moon, you comfort yourself, saying, 'Another day has passed safely.'