Familiar Moments

Zinnia and Samuel stepped into the house together, the quiet hum of the evening settling around them. Samuel glanced at her as they walked through the living room.

"I'll go and heat the food," he said, his voice calm but carrying a note of purpose.

Zinnia paused for a moment, setting her bag on the side table. "Okay," she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll go and change my clothes first."

Samuel nodded, already turning toward the kitchen. "Go on. The food will be ready when you come back."

Zinnia smiled lightly and headed upstairs. The day had been long, and the thought of sitting down for a warm meal was comforting. In the room, she quickly changed into a loose shirt and soft pants, letting out a sigh as she combed through her hair.

When she came back downstairs, the smell of food filled the house. She walked into the dining area to find Samuel sitting at the table, the dishes neatly arranged in front of him.