You stepped inside and took off your shoes. The smell of garlic butter pasta and cake hit you. Luna’s voice came from the kitchen. Welcome home. You nodded and walked in. She looked up from the stove, smiling. I made pasta and chocolate cake, she said. I had a slice already. You nodded again. Thanks. She set the plate in front of you and sat across from you. You didn’t say much. Just ate the pasta. It was comforting, warm.
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