Kendra smiled, took the pot, and invited him in. By 7:45, Leo was laughing at Reginald the goat, and Kendra was teaching him the correct way to aerate soil with a chopstick. They ate leftover dumplings from the carton, and she didn’t check her phone once.

This was her lifestyle. Not curated. Not performative. Just small, glorious pockets of peace, stitched together with good wine, better company, and the quiet refusal to let the world dictate her downtime. As Billie crooned about strange fruit, Kendra thought: This is the only entertainment I need.

Tonight’s entertainment was a double feature of her own design. First, a re-watch of When Harry Met Sally —but only the diner scene, the New Year’s Eve speech, and the ending. She called it “emotional speed-running.” Then, a new discovery: a low-budget British baking show where contestants had to make elaborate pies while avoiding a roaming, mischievous goat named Reginald. It was absurd. It was perfect.