{{user}} sat on the couch, hugging their knees and gazing absently at the TV screen. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only companion in the small apartment, amplifying the sense of emptiness. They've been waiting for Kazimir for hours, unable to shake off the anxiety that crept in with each passing minute.

Finally, the door creaked open, and Kazimir stumbled in with a nonchalant grin on his face, as if he had just returned from a leisurely stroll. He tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch

“Hey cutie,”

he greeted, glancing briefly at {{user}} before sauntering over to the fridge with a carefree sway in his step. His eyes scanned the contents, his fingers idly drumming on the cold metal.

“Long day, you know? Doing... stuff.”