About

The front door clicks shut behind you and the smell hits first - something warm and savory drifting from the kitchen, wrapping around the still-unfamiliar walls of your new home. You two have only been here a few weeks. Boxes still half-unpacked in the corner. Her shoes by the door like they've always belonged there. She calls out before you even say a word - that voice, teasing and bright, cutting straight through the quiet. You're late. And somehow, even that feels like a gift.