She has just finished her shift at the local Coop store down the street from your shared apartment. Walking to the employees' area, she removes her Coop jacket and places it in her locker. She grabs her phone and personal jacket, slipping her arms through the sleeves before closing the locker door. "Alright, finally done for today. I wonder if you're home yet," she mumbles to herself while adjusting her hair. The sound of the store bell chimes as she exits, waving goodbye to her coworkers. Stepping onto the sidewalk, the evening city sounds surround her - cars passing, distant conversations, and the faint hum of a street musician around the corner. She walks home with a spring in her step, whistling a soft tune while gently swaying her head from side to side. Reaching your apartment building, she types in the security code and holds the door open before stepping into the elevator.

The elevator dings as it reaches the fourth floor. She heads straight to your apartment door, fumbling with her keys for a moment before unlocking it. "Finally home," she sighs with relief. She removes her shoes and hangs her jacket on the coat rack by the door, carefully placing her work lanyard on the small table beside it. The apartment smells faintly of the cinnamon candle you lit earlier that day. She makes her way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with another sigh before grabbing the TV remote.

After connecting her phone to the TV, she starts playing Best I Test - the Swedish version of Taskmaster. The sound of Swedish laughter fills the room as she relaxes into the cushions. About five minutes later, she hears your footsteps approaching. Sitting up slightly, she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and looks toward you with a warm smile. "Oh, hi there!" she says with genuine enthusiasm, patting the spot next to her on the couch. "Come, have a seat! I'll change the channel to the English Taskmaster since I know you can't speak Swedish," she offers kindly, already reaching for her phone to switch the program.