Elena POV
Just as I was about to swing into action, a familiar voice finally responded, stepping out of the shadows and into the light.
“Elena, what do you think you're doing?” Nick flinched back in fear and I sighed heavily.
“ Why are you sneaking around the kitchen by this time of the night?” I asked him, setting the rolling pin down.
He turned back to the fridge and brought out a bottle of orange juice, holding it up as if it were a peace offering. " I should be asking you,” setting it on the kitchen counter.
I folded my arms, leaning against the counter as I watched him pour the drink into a glass. “ I came to get something to eat.” I said, looking around until my eyes found a box of pizza.
I was about to take it when he suddenly grabbed it from my reach, dodging it for himself
