"So, how was your day?" He asked after a very long day, sitting on the sofa of his apartment. He could not help but feel glad to relax with his feet on the coffee table.
"It was tiring but fulfilling." She started telling him about her new pro bono case. She laid on the sofa as she savored his voice while sipping on a glass of wine. "What about you?" She asked.
"Marcus was about to lose his shit when I almost fell on my chair during a meeting. I was so sleepy. I could not keep my eyes open." He narrated to her what happened that early morning.
"I hope that the client was not offended by your unprofessional action." She could not help but laugh at what her mind was conjuring about his morning.
"It was your fault. You know that." He accused her as a smirk showed on his face.
"How could that be my fault?" She questioned him, raising her voice by an octave, wondering why he was blaming her.
