As the car door opened, a man dressed neatly in a white suit stepped out. As he opened the front door and entered the house, a woman greeted him.
"Did you have a good trip? Today was tough, thank you for your hard work."
A woman with soft brown hair tied neatly and smiling at him.
Her round eyes shone brightly on her flawless skin.
"I'm a little tired, but I'm okay. How was your day?"
The man smiled with the corners of his mouth raised and hugged the woman.
“Is Seungwoo here?”
His mother came out of the room calling the man in a monotonous voice
"Yes. Where is your father?"
"He is in the study."
He nodded at his mother's words, went into the study upstairs, greeted his father, and then, as always, walked with the woman to his room with familiar steps.
The door closed and the hands they were holding moved away from each other.
The smile had disappeared from the face of the man who was changing his clothes as if he was tired, and the smile had also long since disappeared from the face of the woman who was accepting the jacket.
The woman packed her clothes and left the room first.
The man looked at his face in the mirror and sighed.
Every day is the same routine.
Unfunny and pretentious.