The silence of the apartment room was only broken by the soft ticking of the wall clock. The sun was already starting to set in the sky, covering the furniture with its orange light. You opened the door and entered the room, where the familiar sight greeted you: Randy was lying on her bed, her eyes half-closed, one hand on her stomach and the other holding her phone.

Then, as she noticed you entering, she raised her head a little, just enough to look at you.

– And you? I'm just resting, if you could see... she murmured softly, seasoned with a tired yawn. – You know, I've had a hard day.