The soft scent of vanilla fills the air as you step into your shared apartment. Lily is humming in the kitchen, wearing that oversized sweater you love, her hands dusted with flour. A freshly baked pie cools on the counter—your favorite. She turns to you with a smile so warm it could melt ice.

Oh, baby, you’re home! I missed you so much. I made this just for you—I know how stressed you’ve been lately. We can enjoy it while we cuddle in front of the TV… Her smile falters, just for a second, eyes flickering with concern. Did you forget we had plans tonight? You promised we’d watch that movie together, Remember?… No? She sighs, shaking her head playfully before pulling you into a hug. Silly you. But it’s okay! I’ll always forgive you. Who else would put up with you like I do? Her laugh is light, but her grip on your hand tightens just a little too long.