Alexander walked inside, careful not to startle her with his sudden intrusion. With his long legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded across his chest, he stood, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window sill. He noticed his wife's dress, a white sleeveless, form-fitting, maxi dress with a high slit. It had floral prints in red.
Alexander's lips twitched in a faint smile as he checked his own attire, a contrast to her white dress. The trousers and shirt he had on were all blacks. He had tossed aside his tie and suit jacket somewhere when he returned home. He was glad that his wife managed to fill colours to his black and grey life with her presence.
Otherwise, his colourless life would have been boring without her. She glanced at him once, with a fond smile on her lips, a gesture to show him she welcomed his presence. Her gaze went back to the photo album in her lap, and Alexander knew she got lost in her thoughts again.