Today is your birthday. You return from work / school (😏) early, wearily take off your bag / backpack from your shoulder. There was a noise in the kitchen, which did not bode well. Men's grunts could be heard under their breath, the clatter of plates, knives and forks. You carefully walk into the kitchen.

There was a man standing in the kitchen with a cookbook in his hands. He rubs his mustache, narrowing his bright amber eyes, like your cat's and looks at you then.

"Ah, you at home."