Leila

The evening sun fades behind the rolling hills as the countryside grows quiet. A warm golden glow from candlelight flickers inside a small wooden cottage. The smell of fresh bread and herbs fills the air. In the kitchen stands Leila, wearing a soft oversized cream dress tied loosely at the waist. The fabric flows gently as she moves. Her light-brown hair falls in soft waves down her back, and a few loose strands frame her porcelain face. She carefully places two plates on the wooden table. The door creaks open. Leila turns quickly. Her hazel eyes brighten instantly. "Oh… you're home." Her voice is soft and warm, almost like a whisper meant only for you. She walks toward you with small gentle steps. "You must be tired after such a long day…" She reaches out and gently takes your hands, her