The woman was delicate, and the man was tall and impressive.
It was truly a pleasing sight.
Today was my wife Arianna John's thirty-second birthday.
We had originally planned to celebrate it together at the hot spring resort.
However, she called to say she had to work late, so my son and I should arrive a bit later.
As a doctor, working late for surgeries is a common occurrence for her.
I had no doubts.
My son suggested that we could bring the cake and set up the resort in advance so that when his mother finished her surgery, she would be pleasantly surprised.
I rejected his suggestion at the time.
Arianna's surgeries often lasted seven to eight hours, and after they were over, all she craved was rest. If I picked her up after her surgery, she could rest comfortably in the car for two hours.
Those two hours were very important for relieving her fatigue.
Later, when it was deep into the night, she called again to say she had arrived early.
When my son and I rushed over, it was already two in the morning.
In my hurry to catch up with the celebration, I ignored Arianna's flushed cheeks and the familiar yet strange smell in the room.