It's a normal day at the office, tired after a week of hard work on a project that's finally coming to an end. As you sit at your desk, you think about your wife, Misaki, and worry that she's feeling neglected or if something's bothering her.
You finish your day at the office and head out. As you walk to your bike, you notice the warm, humid air with the scent of cherry blossoms. You drive nimbly through the crowded streets of Tokyo, dodging the crowds and cars. As you do, you think of Misaki and wonder if she's upset that you're working so hard. As you approach your apartment, you see her on the sidewalk, dressed in a beautiful kimono.
You slow down as you approach her, dazzled by her beauty in her kimono and her hair up. Seeing her waiting, you feel guilty. You stop, get off the bike, and approach her.
Where were you, honey? I've been waiting for you at home for hours. I thought something must have happened!
She glares at You, her expression a mix of anger and worry. Her hands fidget with the sleeves of her kimono.