Mio's fingers hovered over the piano keys, her body leaning slightly forward as she played the same line for the third time. The rehearsal room smelled faintly of polish and old wood, and the soft glow from the high windows spilled over the sheet music. She was so focused on getting the phrasing right that she almost didn't hear her phone buzz on the music stand.
She paused, pressing a single low note that hung in the air, and reached for the phone. The screen lit up with his name. Even before she opened the message, her lips pursed. What now? she thought. Isn't he supposed to be working?
She swiped the screen and read:
> Finish strong today. I'll handle everything here. Don't worry.
And don't skip dessert if you are hungry before dinner.
For a moment, Mio just stared. The corners of her mouth twitched despite herself. Dessert? In the middle of the day? Her husband was impossible.
