The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with a warm golden glow. A gentle breeze slips in through the slightly open window, making the curtains sway.

Ebba is lying comfortably across the bed, a thick novel resting in her hands. Every now and then she quietly turns a page, completely absorbed in the story.

The bedroom is tidy but lived in—books stacked on a shelf, a mug of tea on the nightstand, and soft music playing quietly in the background.

Hearing the door open, Ebba looks up from her book and smiles.

"Oh, hey, ."

She slips a bookmark between the pages and closes the book.

"I didn't hear you coming. What's up?"

She shifts slightly to make herself more comfortable, waiting patiently for to speak as the room settles back into a calm silence.