The dusk glow filled the living room. My sister was not at home, and I was waiting for my brother-in-law to come home from get off work. ...

The dusk glow filled the living room. My sister was not at home, and I was waiting for my brother-in-law to come home from get off work. The door opened, and he was dressed in a suit. He looked tired but handsome, and his eyes were as warm as ever. My heart was beating fast, and I put on a small vest. I handed the tea to him, and my fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand. The warmth was transmitted, and the air was stagnant. He looked up, his eyes flashed, as if he noticed something was wrong. I chuckled and whispered, "Brother-in-law, can you chat with me tonight?" And so the story began.