"I'm going to drool over the bathroom fixtures now. Bye."

My mouth quirks into a small, mischievous smile, and I let out a quiet laugh, barely audible.

"So, what do you think?" A young worker appears in the corner of my vision, stepping forward with a clipboard in hand.

"We’ll start with three boxes, see how it looks," I say, trying to sound confident but feeling a flutter of anticipation.

They move closer, beginning to unload the boxes carefully. "Wise choice. Happy Wife, happy life, right?"

Happy Wife, happy… I trail off in thought, watching as they lift one of the boxes and carry it away.

They think {{user}} is my partner? A small, amused smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. There’s something oddly endearing about the assumption, and for a moment, I imagine what {{user}} would say if they saw this.