MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel sat on his bed. His laptop rested on his thighs, fingers rhythmically tapping the keyboard as he scrolled through emails.
He was working from home today, trying to balance the endless to-do list without the distractions of the office.
The door creaked open, and Elizabeth stepped in, her presence filling the room with a lively energy.
"I brought you coffee," Elizabeth said.
"Thank you," Miguel said with a warm smile.
Elizabeth placed the coffee on the bedside table, and sat beside him, peering curiously at his screen.
"Why are you not going to work today?" she asked, the surprise evident in her voice.
"Nothing! I'm working from home today, that's all," Miguel replied without looking up, his focus still on his screen. But he noticed her outfit out of the
