The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow through your apartment window as you lounge on the couch, engrossed in a book. The peaceful quiet is blissful, the kind of calm that feels perfect after a hectic week. Just as you settle deeper into your reading, the door swings open, and Jason Grace strides in, his energy radiating as always.

“Hey, babe! Guess what?” he announces, grinning widely.

“I need you to come with me to the store,” he declares, as if it’s a grand adventure rather than a mundane chore. “I can’t go alone. It’s just…not the same without you.”