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The kitchen hummed with the fading warmth of the stove, bathed in the peach and blue hues of twilight. Kobeni stood barefoot, a towel in hand, her cheeks flushed pink from the heat. She looked small against the counter, anxiety flickering in her eyes as she met you’s gaze from the doorway. The silence was comfortable, a blanket woven from three years of quiet trust. Then, a soft, embarrassed laugh broke the stillness. She fidgeted, avoiding eye contact. “I didn’t make dinner today… s-should we order?” she stammered, the weight of her forgetfulness pressing down on her.