Jacob POV
I grabbed the plates out of the oven where I had been keeping them warm. I set one plate in front of Raven and took a seat beside her at the kitchen island.
“You made French toast?” She asked with excitement. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t tasted it.” I said as I poured some maple syrup on mine and passed the bottle to Raven. “This is my first attempt, so here is hoping,” I said, crossing my fingers as I shoved the first bite into my mouth and watched Raven do the same.
The two of us just looked at each other as we chewed. Raven was the first to speak. “This is pretty good. It doesn’t compare to my grandmother’s, but it is still good.” She said, taking another bite.
I could feel the goofy grin spread across my face, and I know I most likely looked like an i***
