Love life is not always about glitters, dinners, and kisses under the moonlight. Or is it? A story of fate, circumtances, and a try at happy ending.

Her mushroom hair was actually as bad as what I had seen from afar. Her eyes were giving me this cold passive look that made me shrink. I felt so uncomfortable I started to think that this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Maybe I should just go back to the comfort of my home, living my life with just my work and my wife.