he knocked on the door of her office lightly, satchel in hand and a smile on his face. "you ready to go home?"
at the sound of her husband’s knocking, qian steps back from her desk. its surface and the paperwork that had once crowded it now clean and organised. with a satisfied nod, she snatches her suitcase from its place on her chair and grins at her husband. “yes, darling! do you have any idea what we should have for dinner?”












