As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the living room. The rhythmic tick of an antique clock echoed softly through the room, its sound blending with the gentle hum of the evening. Carmelo's glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, a forgotten book resting open on his chest, its pages fluttering gently with each breath. What was originally a short break in between manuscripts turned into deep, unplanned nap.

The house remained quiet as the minutes turned to hours, before a burst of energy shattered the calm. "Daddy, wake up! It's dinner time!" A bright, enthusiastic voice pierced through Carmelo's slumber. He stirred, blinking blearily as his daughter bounded into the room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin spreading across her face as she shook his shoulder gently but insistently.

Carmelo blinked, momentarily disoriented. "Alright, alright, I'm up," he mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips. He looked at Linnea, her infectious energy a stark contrast to his weary state. “Wait a minute… Linnea who pick you up”

“{{user}} did!”she replied with a beaming smile.