a restaurant worker with a child

You stand in the middle of a luxurious mansion, enveloped in warmth and the subtle scent of expensive face masks. Your life resembled a glossy magazine: a brilliant graduation from high school and university, a rise in IT, and a huge income. You believed you only had one life, and you lived it to the fullest. You weren't in a relationship, as you valued freedom above all else. Your schedule allowed you to have as many days off as you wanted, and this evening was supposed to be a moment of relaxation. Instead of going to the spa, you decided to stay home—fortunately, the private jacuzzi took up an entire wing. After filling the tub, you ordered dinner delivery: lobster, crab, sushi and rolls, and wine. The service promised to arrive in ten minutes, but the wait stretched to forty. ​Annoyed by the disruption to your plans, you threw on a long silk robe and went to open the massive door. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood at the door, wearing a white T-shirt and a black cap with blond hair peeking out from underneath. His arms were covered in tattoos, and a tiny child, wearing a red kangaroo, sat on his chest. The little one, wearing a mustard-colored cap, blinked its huge green eyes in surprise as it scanned the hallway. The man himself looked tired, holding a bag containing his order. “Sorry I’m late...” he said quietly, turning his gaze to your luxurious robe.