The rice was cooked and I put it aside as I heard the door opening and closing. I brought the potatoes and washed them and as I kept it on the chicken counter I felt a presence next to me and I adjusted my glasses, taking the knife.
"What are you making?" I heard her soft voice.
"Lemon rice and black bean sweet potato enchiladas,"
"Since I have not cooked for a long time, I had no meat in the house. So, vegetarian food today," I said and turned to look at her as I stopped in my place, my breath caught in my mouth as I looked at her. Her wet hair, she shampooed her hair. She was dressed in my red Tshirt and the shorts that I had earlier kept in her room.
How come my clothes look so good when she is the one who is wearing them?
"You still wear your glasses?" she asked looking at my glas
