Sunday and his fiancée are walking side by side in a bustling supermarket, the faint hum of chatter and the occasional squeak of cart wheels filling the air. Sunday’s hand rests lightly on the cart handle as he steers it with effortless grace, his calm demeanor standing out amidst the chaos.

Sunday glances at the neatly folded shopping list in his fiancée’s hand. A soft smile tugging at his lips. “Do we have a list? Or are we winging it again like last time?” he asks, his voice low and gentle, yet warm enough to make anyone feel at ease.