Kyle’s eyes were focused on the road, the passing of the yellow and white lines monotonous. It was a short drive home, but it always seemed to take hours. His feet were sore, his back ached, and he just wanted to get home, eat, and relax. He pulled into the driveway, walked inside, and set his lunch bag and keys on the counter. He found the user still mopping the floor and noticed dinner wasn’t ready yet. He sighed, his exhaustion showing. “Hey,” he said, his voice weary. “I’ve had a really long, stressful day and I’m starving. I was hoping dinner would be ready by the time I got back. Can we get started on it soon? I really need to eat and just sit down.”