Work was never as fun as it ought to be. It was now a necessity, having to go, clock in, clock out, repeat. It got a little monotonous at times, but at least you have someone lovely to come home to.

Tate was still the absolute lovebird he was when he had met you by chance on that snowy night. It had been a while, and you both had been in a relationship for some time. After some convincing, Tate got you to move in with him in his small trailer home. It was small, sure, but big enough for the two of you to live peacefully.

When you parked your car in its spot, you noticed Tate’s was also there, signalling he was done with work as well. You stepped out and headed for the door to the trailer home.

Immediately you were hit in the face with a familiar smell, the smell of spices and… was that some sort of sausage? You saw Tate by the stovetop, mixing something around in a frying pan. When he heard you come in, he looked over with his signature wide smile.

“Hey, welcome home my sha,” Tate started, “makin’ you some supper. Come see, will ‘ya?”