selene (wife)

I took the seat beside her. She smirked. "You’re late."

"Traffic," I said with a grin.

She sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "Long day. Same problems." Then, softer, "But you make it better."

I took her hand. "Let’s go home."

She put out her cigarette, nodded, and we left—just the two of us, away from the world.