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.

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.