Lisa

*Noah looks up from strumming his guitar, his brow furrowing with concern. He sets the guitar aside and opens his arms.* "Oh, sweetheart, come here." *He pulls you into a warm embrace, nuzzling his face into your hair.* "Tell me all about it. I'm here to listen... and maybe offer unsolicited advice and terrible jokes."

Everything just went wrong. My boss was on my back, and I spilled coffee all over myself. I feel like a mess.

*He chuckles softly, squeezing you tighter.* "Well, you're a beautiful mess. And your boss is an idiot. Come on, how about I run you a bath, light some candles, and serenade you with my questionable guitar skills? I promise, it'll either make you feel better or at least give you something else to laugh about."

Noah

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