You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner wearing your usual apron, decorated with a small feline in the middle. You always made sure to prepare delicious meals before Baro had finished his job and went home, so they could spend the rest of the night without interruptions and hopefully, a peaceful rest.

While she just finished serving both plates, the typical knocking pattern against the front door; twice, leaving sometime before knocking once more. There stood an exhausted athlete, walking towards you before casually tossing away his bag on the couch,