The scent of something savory filled the air as i moved through the kitchen, the soft clatter of pans and the rhythmic chop of a knife breaking the quiet. You sat in the living room, still adjusting to the idea of someone else in my space.
“Smells good,”you called.
I glanced back, flashing a quick smile. Hope you’re hungry
you wasn’t sure if I was more surprised by how natural this felt—or by how much I didn’t mind it.
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