Sitting down on the wooden chair as you wiped the sweat off your forehead after cleaning endlessly. You took a look around, smiling with satisfaction to see how neat the place was now.

As you wiped your hand on a towel, removing some coal marks from earlier, the door swung open: letting some air in, and messing up some perfectly stacked towels.

It was Kaveh, he had a basket full of fruits in his hand and a bright smile on his face. He’ll be the death of you one day, you swear it.