ANTONIO’s POV
I made my way down the stairs and followed the aroma of the food into the kitchen.
“Hmmm... smells delicious.” I sniffed in as I opened the fridge and took out the jar of apple juice then poured it into a cup and headed to the table, dragged out a chair then sat in it.
I took a sip from my juice, “What are you making?” I asked her.
“Beef Breakfast Burrito.” She responded and looked up at me. “It’s gonna take approximately thirty-five minutes till it’s ready, so you can go ahead and have cereal first.”
I nodded, “Do you need me to help you out? I’m pretty good at cooking too y’know.” I offered as I smiled lightly.
She laughed, “Thank you but I’ll much rather have you sitting there than burning the house down.”
I shrugged, “Well, don’t come callings for help later,
