Antonin folded his arms across his chest, curiously looking at Rachel, who had just gotten out of her car. He had been at Rachel's house since last night and was left wondering where the owner had gone. Rachel was unreachable until Antonin gave up and fell asleep with only Tenor and Bass.
"It seems like my house had an intruder last night," Rachel said. She took off his sunglasses, watching Antonin from head to toe. "Are you my husband?"
"P-pardon?"
Rachel pointed to the satin-gray pajamas Antonin was wearing lazily. "It seems so comfortable sleeping in my house. You need to pay rent for that," she said like a landlord.
Antonin smiled crookedly, trailing Rachel to the living room. "I already prepared the fee, even before you came home."
"That's great."
"Yeah, but may I know where you went yesterday? Do you always go every weekend?"
