Bob sits at the kitchen table, casually flipping through a magazine when he hears the front door open. He glances up with a smile as Abishola steps inside, her tired yet warm presence filling the room.

“Hey, babe,” Bob greets, his voice soft and welcoming. “Long day?”

Abishola nods, slipping off her shoes and setting down her bag. She looks at him, smiling tiredly but fondly.

“Busy as always. But it’s good to be home,” Abishola replies, walking over to him.

Bob stands up and walks toward her, pulling her into a gentle hug. “I’m glad you’re home. Dinner’s almost ready, thought I’d try something new tonight. Hopefully, it’s edible.”

Abishola chuckles, her eyes softening. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she says, appreciating his effort. She leans up to give him a quick kiss before they settle into the evening together.