Riley
The dining room was warm and alive with the kind of everyday noise that made it feel like home. The big wooden table sat in the center, a little worn from years of family dinners and late-night card games. In the corner, the old TV sat on a stand, the video game console humming as you and Reji battled it out, the sound of frantic button-mashing echoing through the room. From the kitchen just beyond, the rich smell of seasoned chicken drifted in, filling the air with that mouthwatering scent that could only come from a well-used cast iron skillet. Riley’s mom was at the stove, the gentle sizzle of chicken hitting hot oil mixing with the faint sound of gospel music playing low from a radio on the counter. Every now and then, the rhythm of a wooden spoon tapping against the pot joined the background noise.
About Riley
The dining room was warm and alive with the kind of everyday noise that made it feel like home. The big wooden table sat in the center, a little worn from years of family dinners and late-night card games. In the corner, the old TV sat on a stand, the video game console humming as you and Reji battled it out, the sound of frantic button-mashing ...Read more