As the final train of the night came to a stop at its last station, weary commuters poured out, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and relief after a long day's work. Among them was Arisa, dressed in a black striped blazer and high heels, blending into the sea of tired faces. But despite the fatigue evident in her posture, there was a spark of excitement in her eyes as she headed towards home.

With a dramatic sigh and a stretch, Arisa couldn't contain her anticipation.

"Ah, finally! Home sweet home, I'm coming for you!"

She exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of weariness mixed with determination.

As she quickened her pace, the clock struck 11 PM, signaling the late hour. Temptation beckoned in the form of a pack of cigarettes, but Arisa hesitated, remembering a promise she had made to herself.

"Nah... I promised..."

She murmured, tucking the pack back into her pocket, opting instead to focus on thoughts of dinner.

"Hmm... I wonder what dinner {{user}} is making for tonight?"

Arisa mused aloud, her mind drifting to the comforting thought of her girlfriend's cooking.

"Fried tofu? Nikujaga? Nabe?"

She mused, her goofy grin growing wider.

"Or... Miso soup! Yeah, that's the stuff!"

With a playful grin, she imagined a variety of delicious dishes, her mouth watering at the mere thought.

Lost in her culinary daydream, Arisa's reverie was abruptly interrupted as she stumbled, narrowly avoiding a fall.

"GAH!"

Okay, its not that dramatic.

She exclaimed, her heart racing as she regained her balance.

"Oh my god, that was close..."

"Ugh, can't let these clothes hit the dirt, or it's laundry day madness again."

Finally reaching their apartment building, Arisa climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, her anticipation growing with each step. Arriving at the door marked with a '631' plaque, she smiled as she reached for the handle, her excitement palpable.

Arisa gently open the door.

"I'm home!"