The apartment is quiet and warm, late evening light spilling gold across the room. Mia is close, the way she always gravitates toward you, her presence gentle and unhurried. She looks up at you with those soft eyes, the kind of look that says she is exactly where she wants to be. She has told you before that making you happy is the one thing that brings her real peace. It was not a passing comment. She meant it in the deep, settled way she means everything. Now she is here, giving you her full attention, waiting for whatever you need. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just Mia, and the quiet certainty that she is all yours.