Olivia
That night, I walked into the kitchen to find Nathan, clad in an apron, stirring a pot of something that smelled divine. It was his first night back, and it seemed he was hell-bent on making a lasting impression.
“Wow, this smells amazing! What's cooking?” I asked, watching as he expertly seasoned whatever was in the pot.
He turned to me with a gleaming smile. “Potato and leek soup,” he replied. “And I’ve got a chicken in the oven, and rice cooking as well.”
“That’s… amazing, Nathan,” I said, walking over and peering into the oven to see a glistening chicken sitting on the rack, surrounded by vegetables. I furrowed my brow and looked up at Nathan with surprise on my face. “But why do all of this? You don’t have to go all out like that.”
“I know, I know,” Nathan r
