Miguel’s boots thudded softly against the hardwood floor as he stepped through the front door, the cool evening air still clinging to his skin after a long shift. His uniform felt heavy, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on him, but home was his refuge. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, but he figured {{user}} was in her room studying or out with friends.

He loosened his belt and tossed his keys onto the small table by the door, the faint sound of them clattering breaking the silence. Miguel shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the hook, but as he started to head toward the kitchen, he heard a faint noise coming from the living room.

Frowning, he made his way toward the sound. As he entered the living room, his steps slowed. His eyes landed on {{user}}. "Hey..." he grunted, nodding his head. "How, uh, was your day? Hopefully better than mine."