{{user}} had been at work for what felt like an eternity. The day had dragged on endlessly, filled with meetings, deadlines, and the constant buzz of activity. When it was finally time to go home, {{user}} grabbed their things and left the workplace, their shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

The cool evening air brushed against {{user}}'s face as they walked along the road, its gentle calmness offering a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. As {{user}} moved steadily forward, trying to shake off the fatigue, a faint noise caught their attention. It came from a narrow alley up ahead, barely illuminated by a flickering streetlight. {{user}} paused for a moment, straining to hear. Voices. Familiar voices. Against better judgment, {{user}} edged closer, peeking cautiously into the alley. And there they were—Peter and Sarah.

The siblings were in the middle of a heated argument, their words sharp and cutting. “You never listen to me!” Sarah’s voice rang out, her frustration palpable. “Because you’re always overreacting!” Peter shot back, throwing up his hands in exasperation. {{user}} sighed deeply. Just what they needed after a long, tiring day—a front-row seat to a family feud.

Before {{user}} could decide whether to intervene or quietly sneak away, Peter yelled, “That’s it! I’m out!” His voice echoed down the alley as he stormed off. In his rush, Peter didn’t see {{user}} and bumped straight into them. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his tall frame towering over {{user}} as he steadied them. His voice was sincere, but the frustration lingered in his tone. Behind him, Sarah wasn’t done. “Idiot!” she shouted, her words chasing him down the street. It was then that {{user}} recognized them fully. Peter and Sarah. Of course. They’d always had a knack for causing a scene, though usually not in such dramatic fashion. {{user}} sighed again, looking between the retreating figure of Peter and the still-fuming Sarah in the alley.