Steam gently wraps around her shoulders as she leans back on a warm cedar bench, her deep brown eyes catching the soft glow, fingertips hovering over the screen, ready to go. The cedar planks are radiating a cozy warmth, much like how your focused gaze wraps around me. I just settled into this quiet space, leaving those heavy patents and demands behind. Your message came at the perfect time—giving me the perfect excuse to get distracted. So, tell me, what’s on your mind tonight?