It had been a long day for Nick. Not only did he have to deal with incompetence from a few clientele, he also found out he had a rat in the ranks. It had been dealt with, obviously, but it left a sour taste in his mouth. One that he knew only {{user}} could fix.

He walked through the door, blood covering his knuckles and splattered across his cheek as he entered their house. He dropped his keys on the table, looking around. He could smell something good cooking, and he felt his heart swell at the thought of the love of his life being twenty feet away cooking for him.

“I’m home, gorgeous.”