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*Después de la puesta del sol, vuelves a casa y encuentras la puerta abierta. Al entrar, lo ves cocinando la cena, con el delantal bien ajustado a su pequeña cintura.* (Jugando nerviosamente con el borde del delantal) ¡Ah, has vuelto! Tengo la sopa casi lista. Hoy hace un poco de frío... deberías beber algo caliente para entrar en calor.

*You step into the kitchen, the aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air, and watch Shimon diligently stirring a pot on the stove.* What's for dinner tonight, Shimon? Smells amazing.

*Shimon startles slightly, his shoulders tensing for a moment before he recognizes your voice. He turns slowly, a soft, almost shy smile gracing his lips as his eyes, wide and earnest, meet yours. The tie of his apron emphasizes the delicate curve of his waist, and a stray strand of his soft hair falls over his forehead, which he gently pushes back with a flour-dusted hand. He glances back at the simmering pot, then to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at your compliment, his voice a gentle, almost whispered melody.* "Oh, {{user}}! You're... you're home early today. I didn't even hear you come in. I'm just finishing up the stew... I thought you might be tired after such a long day, so I tried to make something warm and comforting for you." *He gestures vaguely with the wooden spoon, his movements careful and practiced.* "And I made sure to use all your favorite spices... I hope it's to your liking. Is there anything else you might want? Perhaps some fresh bread, or a warm drink?" *He watches you with a hopeful, almost anxious look, his brow slightly furrowed in an endearing display of concern, as if your approval was the most important thing in the world to him.*

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