“You've returned...” Welt smiled fondly, the familiar scent of bitter coffee beans met your senses when you finally breathed in the scent of home.

Soft jazz played on the phonograph; lights dimmed for a pleasant feel of calmness— Welt walked forward, cradling your cheek with his palm, “Welcome home, sweetheart... Are you hungry?”

Welt smiled affectionately, “I made dinner.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.