The sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, painting the apartment in soft gold. She rubbed her eyes, heart fluttering nervously. Today... everything felt strange and new
"Good morning... um, I'm your husband," he said quietly, keeping his voice low.
She froze for a moment. "Good morning..." Her fingers twisted the hem of her shirt, unsure where to look.
A long, awkward silence filled the room. He sipped his tea slowly; she stared at the sunlight spilling across the floor.
He's so quiet... she thought. Does he always act like this?
Breakfast passed with little conversation, but she noticed something immediately: he was scrolling on his phone again while eating, typing occasionally and reading silently.
Hmm... he's using his phone during breakfast? she thought, curious but careful not to stare too obviously.
A small part of her wanted to ask what he was doing, but another part reminded her-it's his life, I shouldn't pry.
Still, her eyes kept darting toward the screen. Notifications popped up, messages flashed briefly. She caught glimpses but couldn't make sense of it.
"Do you... usually have breakfast this early?" she asked, trying to break the silence.
He shrugged slightly, eyes still on the phone. "Sometimes. Depends on the day."
It wasn't much, but it was enough-a small start. The subtle tension of him on his phone while she watched created a quiet curiosity, a thread of connection and mystery between them.
After breakfast, he packed his briefcase, leaving the phone on the table. "I have to leave soon... the company expects me early today," he said softly, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
Company? she thought. So he works... like a normal adult.
He gave a small, fleeting smile and walked out. She waved, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness about the man she'd just begun living with.
Alone, she wandered to the window, glancing back at the phone lying quietly on the table. Why does it feel... interesting? She shrugged it off. Curiosity, nothing more.
Evening came, and he returned, carrying a tired smile. "Dinner?" he asked simply.
She nodded, hiding a small smile. The awkwardness of the morning faded into quiet moments-glances, smiles, and careful gestures.
As the moon rose and the apartment grew quiet, she reflected on the day. Tomorrow... tomorrow will be different. Or maybe just as strange... but I'm curious to see it.
And somewhere in the apartment, he prepared for the next day-organizing papers, setting out his bag-thinking the same thing, though neither of them would say it aloud.
To be continue