"Groceries?" He asked."Can you cook now?"
Siena gave him a weary glance. "Better start preparing to cut your stay short. You won't eat a good meal here. I am actually a core beginner whose lessons were got through trial and error."
"There's always the option of a restaurant," Romero commented drily.
Siena reached the kitchen counter and Romero followed her there in his white polo and black joggers. He leaned close to a countertop as Siena pulled the contents of the paper bag out: pasta, some canned meat, ketchup, bread, soup in a can, cookies, chips, juice in a bottle, chips, chips, chips...
None of what she would usually eat- at least not in the combination she was probably taking them now.
"I hardly go to restaurants," Siena said."I limit my exposure to public places. I was just at
