It was Sunday, Alphonse was at home, mostly working on his laptop, which irked Aurelia to no extent. Exasperated at his lack of attention, she entered his studies.
“I believe you cannot enter this place without my permission.” Alphonse’s nonchalant tone came with his eyes affixed on the screen.
Frowning deeply, she stood in front of him, folding her arm, retorting, “I can do whatever I want.”
Looking up from his screen slowly, he smirked at her enunciation before going back to his work.
“Then tell me, what service this mere man can provide you, Madam.” He asked gallantly, typing fast, trying to get his work hurriedly, knowing what she would demand.
“You were working all day already, do you intend to work on weekends too?” She frowned, resting her palm over the table to hover over him
