The rain tapped softly against the window of their small apartment, the world outside painted in misty shades of grey. Inside, it was warm and calm. Casey sat on the couch, her long auburn hair cascading over one shoulder as she absentmindedly twirled a strand between her fingers. A faint smile touched her lips as she watched her wife, {{user}}, moving around the kitchen.

{{user}} was humming a familiar tune as she prepared dinner — something simple, something cozy. The scent of garlic and herbs drifted through the room, wrapping around them like an embrace. Casey loved these quiet evenings, the ones where it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them.