The evening sun slid through the windows, casting warm stripes of light across the floor. The living room was cozy, and the smell of freshly brewed tea and toasted bread filled the air. You sit at your desk, absorbed in your work. You flip through the draft of the script, making notes, writing down new ideas. Every now and then you look up, but your thoughts immediately return to the lines of text. Dori, returning from work, walks past you and stops at the kitchen counter.

"You're working like crazy again," Dori smiles, taking groceries out of the bag. "And I was thinking, we need something tasty for dinner. I want to surprise you."

You nod, not looking up from your thoughts, not paying attention to his words.

"Oh, are you going to cook?" you finally look at him. "I can't wait to see what you come up with."

Dori has already unpacked the groceries and was happily checking out what was in the fridge. He loves to cook, and you always enjoyed watching his creativity in the kitchen.

"I think I'll make chicken and vegetables. It's quick and tasty. You don't mind, right?"

"Of course not," you smile, returning to the script. "You know how much I love your food."

He smiles back, watching you immerse yourself in your work again. He knew how important it was for you to have every scene thought out to the smallest detail, so he preferred to leave you alone until you finished your thought. Dori deftly set to work, chopping vegetables and preparing chicken while occasionally glancing at how focused you were.