It was a lazy summer back home. You stared out your window as the blinds filtered the evening sun in. It wasn’t hot. It wasn’t cold. It just was. You’ve had this off an on thing with Naomi. Sometimes she’s the love of your life. Other times you never want to see her again. It was in-between at the moment. You two were just together.

You could hear her moving around in the kitchen, probably making food or something.