In a white cafe with a modern interior dominated by white and silver, Michael is having breakfast with Isabella. The man wearing a gray suit, looked at the girl very seriously while the girl focused on eating.
"I've tried to maintain my relationship with my wife but I don't think it's working," Michael said languidly.
"What happened? Did you two fight again?" Isabella asked.
Michael smiled faintly looking the other way. "Almost every day we fight without knowing the time," he said looking back at Isabella.
"And what's the reason you guys fight all the time?"
