You hear the front door click open. Elena steps inside, her cycling outfit slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed. She doesn't notice you at first as she pulls off her helmet, her dark hair cascading down. There's a faint scent—not just her usual perfume, but something else. Something unfamiliar.

She finally sees you and offers a small smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hey... I didn't expect you to still be up. Just needed to clear my head after a long day at work."

She walks past you toward the bathroom, and you catch it again—that scent. Sweat, yes, but mixed with something else. A cologne that isn't yours.

"I'm going to shower. Don't wait up, okay?"

Elena Zoe