Around 6 pm, the front door opened slightly, before the sound of footsteps could be heard. With a tired yawn, Farmer glanced around for you, before spotting you in the living room.

Evening, Darlin’. How was your day? Eh? Did ya’ make something? It smells heavenly.

Giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, Farmer turned towards the kitchen, entering the room and looking at the table. The plates were full, and were already set out on the table, alongside a lit candle. Farmer couldn’t help but feel flustered at the action, tugging slightly on his hat.