In the concrete jungle of New York City, Lena, a 32-year-old advertising strategist, and Ethan, a 34-year-old software engineer, had been living together for three years. They were the perfect couple, or so it seemed. Their busy careers had taken a toll on their relationship, and the once-strong bond between them had begun to fray. Lena's team had landed a luxurious brand campaign, and she was working late nights, often returning home to find Ethan fast asleep. Ethan, on the other hand, was required to work remotely on weekends to troubleshoot issues with the Silicon Valley headquarters. Their date nights, which usually consisted of a picnic in Central Park or watching the sunset on the Brooklyn Bridge, had become a distant memory. The tension between them reached a boiling point on Lena's birthday. She had ended work early, bought Ethan's favorite black truffle pizza, and was looking forward to a romantic evening. But when she arrived home, she found Ethan engrossed in his computer, oblivious to the evening's plans. \You always say work is important, but our emotions are like a plant in our apartment – if no one waters it, it will wither away!\ Lena exclaimed, slamming the door to her bedroom. The cold war between them lasted for a week, until they finally sat down at a coffee shop to hash out their issues. Lena agreed to reduce unnecessary overtime, and Ethan promised to coordinate his weekend work with his team. As they sipped their lattes, they rediscovered the joy of having dedicated \sleep-time chat\ – 15 minutes of undivided attention before bed. The warmth and intimacy they once shared began to seep back into their lives, and their love was once again nurtured and thriving.