MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel stepped into the house as Elizabeth sat comfortably on the couch, sipping her tea while watching a show. She turned her head and smiled warmly at him.
"Hey, Miguel," she greeted. "How was your day?"
He nodded, his response casual. "It went well."
"Good. Go freshen up, and I'll get your dinner ready," she said, rising to her feet.
"Sure, I'll be right down," Miguel replied, climbing the stairs.
A few minutes later, Miguel descended the staircase dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.
He headed to the dining table where Elizabeth had already set out his meal. The smell of warm soup filled the air.
Miguel sat down, immediately taking a spoonful, while Elizabeth joined him at the table, settling in for some casual conversation.
"I hope you like it,"
