To be precise, she wasn’t my wife back then, just my excited fiancé. I went to her place of work where she was closing. Everyone was gone for the four-day vacation, leaving her alone to clean and lock up. I helped her in her duties, to hasten our dinner.
I sat on a stool next to the high table while my wife had to finish a little paperwork. Half of the lights were off, giving the room an almost romantic feeling. As romantic as a shipping area.
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