closed for @cassiemurray
Where: their flat.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the apartment. Riley stood by the kitchen sink, hands immersed in soapy water, diligently scrubbing the dishes. The faint hum of the vacuum cleaner drifted in from the hallway, a sound Riley found irritating but tolerable knowing Cassie was taking care of it.
Riley glanced toward the array of plants on the windowsill, their leaves glistening in the sunlight. "Hey Cassie," Riley called out over the noise, "after you're done vacuuming, do you want me to water the plants? I noticed a few of them are looking a bit thirsty."










