The kitchen was quiet except for the soft sounds of Elias moving with precision. Martina sat at the dining table, watching him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. He was rarely this domestic, and she wasn’t about to let the moment pass without appreciating it.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she mused, sipping her coffee.
Elias glanced at her as he cracked an egg into the pan. “Cooking for you?”
She smirked. “That, and pretending like we have a normal life.”
Elias chuckled, shaking his head as he flipped the eggs. “If this is what a normal life looks like, I can see why people like it.”
Martina arched a brow. “Oh? Should I be worried? Are you going to retire and open a restaurant?”
Elias smirked. “I think I’d get bored.”
Martina laughed, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah,
