It's 8:00:00PM, and I'm in a hurry.

"Hey, Cel. Dinner is ready."

There's no answer. Like always.

I tried again. Speaking louder doesn't help.

I guess she's still sleeping.

It's 8:01:23PM.

As I was going up the stairs, I heard the door slowly opening.

"...Alex?"

"Good evening! Dinner is ready."

As listless as she was, she built up some stamina to get in the living room.

As of 8:04:53PM, we could finally have dinner.

"So, what did you do this morning?" - She asked.

"Business."

"...You can tell me some details once in a while, you know?"

"It's a waste of time telling people what they already know, don't you think?"

She froze. For about 7 seconds.

"So tonight he's doing the job, right?"

"Kind of. He said that this would be the first and last time."

"Well, he doesn't have a choice, does he?"

"He will understand soon enough. I'll get going."

"But you didn't finish a thing!"

"That's because you got here late. You should sleep more in the morning." - I smirked at her.