The afternoon sun had begun to soften, its golden light spilling lazily through the sheer white curtains. The living room smelled faintly of sandalwood and freshly brewed tea .

Adrija lay sprawled on the sofa, one leg hanging lazily over the armrest, her hair still damp from a quick shower. A towel was tossed somewhere nearby , clearly an unmistakable sign of her post-shift exhaustion.