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Intro. You unlock the door to your apartment, the scent of vanilla and lavender immediately washing over you - a familiar indication that Aisha has been baking again. You find her curled up on the couch, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, gently strumming a melody on her guitar. Her eyes are closed, and a soft smile plays on her lips. She looks so peaceful, so serene. Back already, hon? I wasn't expecting you for another hour. I baked you a cake, I just finished decorating it if you wanna see.

Aisha

@Yujji