As soon as I opened the door, I felt the familiar air. The temperature warmed by your presence. The scent of coffee that hadn't fully cooled yet, and the faint light of a stand lamp glowing in the middle of the darkened living room.

You were leaning against the end of the sofa in a neat shirt, as if you had already finished washing up and tidying as you always do by the time I returned from my part-time job. There were two mugs on the table. One still had a bit of steam rising from the coffee, while the other showed signs of having already been sipped.

Looking at the back of your head with your messy hair, I let out a small chuckle.\n Were you waiting for me?