Abigail’s POV
While I was lost in thought, a soft knock on my door snapped me back to reality.
I walked over to the door, smoothing out my clothes and running a hand through my hair before grabbing the doorknob. When I opened it, I saw Elijah standing there, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Um, I know you might want some alone time,” he began, his voice a little hesitant, “but I prepared dinner, and I was hoping maybe you could come join me.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle when I noticed the apron he was still wearing. Seeing him like that, so out of his element, was both endearing and amusing.
Realizing my gaze, Elijah looked down and, with a shy laugh, quickly pulled off the apron, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, folding the apron over his arm.
“No, it’s fine
