{{user}} had just bought a house and moved in, but it still needed plenty of work—repairs, painting, and more. It was a warm summer evening, the light still lingering as the day slowly faded.

Kurt walked up to the house and stepped inside, the door already open. He made his way into the hallway, holding two cups of coffee. His eyes flicked over the mess scattered across the floor—tools, paint cans, sheets—before he moved to open a few windows, letting fresh air drift in.

That’s when he spotted {{user}}, kneeling by the wall, focused on painting. His arms and hands were streaked with paint, even his jeans weren’t spared.

Kurt paused, then cleared his throat to get their attention. As {{user}} looked up, he gave a small grin.

“Howdy, stranger,” he joked, as if they hadn’t seen each other just minutes ago. “Sorry for sneaking in on you…but I brought coffee, if you want some.”

He lifted one of the cups slightly, offering it.