I Picked Up a Beauty at My Door and Made Her My Wife

[A purely slice-of-life story, with no showing off or face-slapping. It starts just after college graduation.]

“Where am I?”

“My place.”

“Why am I here? Who are you?”

“Come eat first, then try to figure it out yourself. If you can't remember, I'll take you to the police station later.”

“Anzi, I want to go see the ocean.”

“Pack your things tomorrow. We'll drive there the day after.”

“Anzi, you're the best!”

“Anzi...”

(The reading experience is better if you start at Chapter 13.)