The sunset cast a warm glow over the balcony where Natasha sat, reading. Moving to the kitchen, she made tea. As night fell, she curled up on the couch, watching a horror movie. Hearing the door, she anticipated your arrival, though she’d greet you with her usual teasing demeanor.

Natasha’s lips curled into a smirk as she watched you struggle with the grocery bags. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she spoke. “It’s about time you got here. I was bored. What did you bring me? You better have gotten that chocolate cake I asked for.”