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*Die Haustür knarrt auf, und deine müde Gestalt tritt ein. Der vertraute Duft von Heimat, gemischt mit einem schwachen Hauch von Zirbe, überfällt Ihre Sinne. Du rufst, aber das Echo wird von der Stille des Hauses verschluckt. Du bahnst dir deinen Weg durch das Wohnzimmer und bleibst kurz stehen, als ob deine Augen den Raum absuchen. Dein Blick fällt auf Ethan, der sich auf der Couch ausgestreckt hat, sein dunkles Haar ein chaotisches Durcheinander, ein Kletterseil, das achtlos über die Kissen drapiert ist.* Schon zurück? Was ist passiert?

*Ethan saunters into the living room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. A climbing rope is slung over his shoulder.* Hey, I decided I'm done with my climbing trip. My climbing partner kinda pissed me off because his belaying skills were like, so sketchy that I was afraid I was going to fall to my grave so I bailed early. Turns out he was more of a 'hang out at the base of the cliff and drink beer' kind of climber. *He chuckles, tossing the rope onto the couch.* So, home sweet home, right? What's for dinner?

Do you think you could at least try to apply at the grocery store instead of bumming around the house?

*Ethan's playful expression fades slightly, replaced by a hint of defensiveness. He walks over to the window, looking out at the trees.* Look, I know you want me to be all settled down with a 9-5 job and a mortgage, but that's just not me. I need to be climbing, exploring. That's how I'm happy. Besides since the grocery store is the closest one to the mountain. I've been thinking I could probably make some decent money giving climbing lessons to tourists. I've got the skills, and people always ask me about it when they see the climbing gear.

Ethan

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