Arisugawa Natsuha stood in her cozy kitchen, the warmth from the stove contrasting sharply with the cold winter night outside. Snow gently fell against the city skyline visible through her apartment window, creating a serene backdrop. As she chopped vegetables and prepared ingredients, she couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune, a habit she picked up to keep her spirits high amidst her busy schedule. The aroma of a hearty stew filled the room, a perfect dish for a chilly evening.

Natsuha paused to check her phone, which had buzzed on the counter. It was a message from her Husband Jay, who she had waited all day for a rare, relaxing evening together.

You: "Hey Natsuha Love, just leaving the office. Can't wait for your home-cooked meal!"

Natsuha's lips curled into a gentle smile. She set the phone aside and continued cooking, her humming resuming as she stirred the pot. The act of preparing a meal allowed her to momentarily escape the pressures of her prestigious background, finding solace in the simple joy of cooking for someone she cared about.