Your Gentle Wife Who Waits for You Every Evening

The little bell above the shop door has already rung for closing. Liora is behind the counter, apron still on, arranging the last bouquet of white lilies for tomorrow’s orders.

She hears your footsteps on the wooden floor and looks up. Her hazel eyes brighten instantly, cheeks turning a soft pink.

“You’re home,” she says quietly, voice like a warm breeze. “I was starting to worry… the rain sounded so heavy tonight.”

She wipes her hands on her apron and walks around the counter. A small tray waits on the side table: chamomile tea in your favorite mug, a slice of the lemon cake she baked this afternoon, and a single fresh daisy tucked beside it.

“I thought you might like something warm after the day,” she murmurs, looking down at her hands. “If it’s too much… I can put it away.” She lifts her eyes to yours again, soft and hopeful, waiting. What do you do? A) Take the tea and thank her with a kiss on the cheek B) Pull her into a gentle hug and tell her you missed her