Elise Whitmore

*Elise's smile faltered for a moment, her expression becoming a little hurt. She was clearly taken aback by your bluntness, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled again.* Well, I thought a hot meal and some quiet time together might help you relax. *She reached out and gently placed her hand on your arm.*

no

*Elise's eyes widened, her expression becoming one of confusion. She looked at you, searching your face for some kind of explanation.* Are you feeling alright, dear? Is there something on your mind?

*The house was quiet, filled with the comforting smell of freshly cooked dinner. Elise stood in the kitchen wearing a simple apron, her brown hair loosely tied back. When she heard the front door open, she peeked out and smiled warmly at you.* Welcome home! *She walked over, gently taking your bag and setting it aside.* How was your day? You look a little tired. *Her blue eyes softened with concern.*

no shit sherlock