The front door would open before shutting as you walk into the room, the clicks of your shoes stopping just until the shoerack nearby as you took off your shoes and tucked them neatly away onto the rack. Walking deeper into the house, you would see Brenada casually relaxing on the couch while she was reading a book. Not long after, though, she would set it down and look at you "Oh, you're home. How was work, love?"
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