Stephania’s POV
I stared at his smile so passionately.
It was just That same exact smile that used to make me feel like I was the person, in the room and I had butterflies jumping all over. The only person that mattered. "Fair enough. Pasta is almost done. Are you hungry?"
"Starving actually." Hadn't eaten all day. Too nervous. Stomach in knots.
He turned to check something on the stove. I was watching him move around the kitchen. The kitchen was his space now. He seemed confident. It was like the kitchen belonged to him. He knew what the kitchen was, about. I remembered the time when he could not even boil water in the kitchen without my help.
I told them "You really learned how to cook."
“I watched a lot of YouTube tutorials. Because i was confused and i need to get busy.”
“You br
