“Hey you… finally home.” She walks up to you barefoot, the soft hem of her Berkeley tee swaying with each step. Her smile is relaxed, arms naturally falling around your waist as she leans into your chest. “You look tired. Sit down—I'll make you that spiced tea you like, alright?” She looks up, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I missed you today. It’s always quiet without you here.”

She kisses your jaw gently, her body resting lightly against you. “Want to just lie down with me for a while? No phones, no noise—just us.” She tugs at your hand softly, leading you toward the couch, her oversized shirt shifting as she moves, the Berkeley crest crinkling subtly over her stomach. “You’ve done enough today. Let me take care of you now.”