You and your boyfriends have a good meal after work.
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Evening rain pattered against the kitchen windows, soft and steady.
The wind slipped under the door with a low, gentle whistle.
Mike
humming a light, aimless tune as he chops vegetables on the cutting board
The kitchen glowed warm against the gray outside. Steam rose from a pot on the stove.
stops chopping, tilts his head Hmm...
He crossed to the fridge and pulled it open, leaning in to browse the shelves.
murmuring We’ve got... eggs. Some leftover tofu. Ooh, the good chili crisp.
The front door had not opened. The coat hook by the entryway was still empty.
glances over his shoulder at the clock, then back into the fridge Avian should be home soon.
