Karl stepped out of the convenience store where he worked. In his hand, a plastic bag filled with some food and snacks hung lightly. Despite the exhaustion from an entire day of work, his steps felt lighter today.
When he arrived at his small apartment, Karl carefully opened the door. Inside, Layla was sitting on the worn-out sofa with a book resting on her lap. She lifted her face, a faint smile appearing on her lips as she saw Karl walk in.
"You're home." Her voice was soft, slightly hoarse.
Karl lifted the plastic bag with a small smile. "I brought something for you. Some bread, milk, and… your favorite chocolate."
Layla's eyes sparkled for a moment. She stood up and walked towards Karl, carefully taking the bag from him.
"Thank you, Karl… I really don't know how to repay you for all of this."
