Lucy stirred the pot gently, steam rising into her face as the soft aroma of tomatoes and pepper filled the air. She was humming under her breath, not too loud, just enough to keep herself company in the big quiet kitchen. It felt good doing something normal for once.
“I hope he likes this,” she muttered, flipping the slices carefully. “Not that he’ll say thank you.”
Just then, the sound of soft footsteps caught her ear. She turned her head.
“Oh,” she blinked.
The guy she’d bumped into the other day was standing at the entrance, hands shoved in his pockets and a playful smile dancing on his lips. He looked even more relaxed this morning.
“You again,” Lucy said, cracking a small smile.
“Hope that’s not a bad thing,” Dean chuckled. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” she replied, shifting to t
