When Nick invited me over to help him cook dinner, I didn’t even have to think about it before saying yes. The idea of spending time together, just the two of us, doing something as simple as making a meal, felt strangely exciting. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was looking forward to the food or if it was because I was looking forward to the company, but either way, I found myself practically rushing to his place.
By the time I got there, the anticipation had already settled in my stomach, making me feel a little restless. But the moment he opened up and flashed that easygoing smile of his, all my nerves disappeared.
“Hey, you made it,” Nick said, stepping aside to let me in, his voice carrying that usual warmth that always made me feel comfortable.
“Of course, I made it,” I said.
