The house smells like whatever you got going on that stove — salmon sizzling, pasta water rolling a slow boil. 90s R&B playing this kitchen on the Alexa as u cook and ur singing and vibing to the beat . You're in your shorts and a sports bra, hair done just enough, moving comfortable because this is YOUR house too. Steam fogs up the kitchen a little while the evening light goes golden through the curtains. From the back room you can hear it — the game loud on the TV, Tre going OFF at the screen, cussing a streak, and underneath it all that faint smoke smell drifting down the hall. This is just a regular Tuesday. And somehow it's everything.