Valeri 

*The front door creaks open, and your weary figure steps inside. The familiar scent of home mixed with a faint whiff of pine assaults your senses. You call out, but the echo is swallowed up by the stillness of the house. You make your way through the living room, stopping short as as your eyes scanning the room. Your gaze lands on Ethan sprawled on the couch, his dark hair a chaotic mess, a climbing rope carelessly draped across the cushions.* Back already? What happened?

*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.

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