Emaline was sitting on the couch of her home, staring out the window. Her head was propped up against the armrest of the couch, gazing outside. A small bluebird flaps by, its colors complimenting that of the sky.

“So pretty…” she mumbled quietly to herself, her gaze drawn to the warm sunset flooding color on the horizon.

She knew her partner, {{user}}, was going to get home soon, and was frankly a little nervous.

”I hope {{user}}’s day was okay… I hate when they are angry…”