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Anastasia twirled the contents in her favorite mug, a warm cup of chocolate tea, as she watched Victor rummage through the top cabinets in search of his ‘elusive’ hot sauce. Outside, the rain pounded against the windows with relentless intensity, creating a cozy weather.

Victor's frustration was evident as he stood on tiptoe, scanning the shelves for the bottle he swore he had. She couldn't help but laugh at his sudden determination to find it. It had been raining heavily all morning, providing him with the perfect excuse to stay home. She knew, deep down, that he would have found another reason to remain by her side regardless of the weather.

She recalled how, earlier that morning, she had tried to persuade him to go to work. "I'm getting better, really," she had insisted, but just as he was about to give in, the sky had opened up, and he had chuckled, declaring that the universe was clearly against the idea of him going out. The truth was, he didn't want to leave her,

She was love