Dean approached Bryana who had just finished taking a shower. His wife was wearing a pink bathrobe and sitting on a dressing table chair while drying her hair using a hairdryer.
"Let me help dry," said Dean, grabbing the hairdryer from Bryana's hand. "You'd better drink the milk quickly before it gets cold," he exclaimed.
"I don't want to drink milk. I just want to eat fruit," said Bryana, looking at the mirror showing the reflection of Dean drying her hair.
"Fruit, what fruit?" asked Dean.
"Um, slightly sour mango," Bryana replied.
"There's one in the fridge."
"But I want to buy it outside," said Bryana, then looked at Dean, who just realized he was only wearing casual clothes when it wasn't the weekend. "Aren't you going to the office?"
"No," said Dean as he continued to dry Bryana's hair with the hairdryer in his right hand while his left hand brushed Bryana's long hair. "I want to accompany you at home."
