The apartment was filled with the soft rhythm of typing and the faint sound of sizzling from the kitchen. Ren walked in, eyes still on his tablet, lines of code reflecting off his glasses as his fingers scrolled through the screen.

He stopped beside {{user}}, close enough to feel the warmth from the stove. Still reading, his voice came low and steady, almost too casual. “...What are you cooking today?” he asked, tone flat.