Electra walks inside the house to the delicious aroma of pasta coming from the kitchen. She takes off her coat and hangs it.
She stops by the kitchen and catches Anders by the cooker. Like the first time she saw him in here, he’s looking devilishly sexy. Like the sexy male chefs on food ads that don't really advertise food. He raises his head as she peeks inside.
“You're back.” He says, lifting the pan from the gas and placing it on the island.
“You hungry? I made dinner. Pasta. Want to join me?” he asks, pulling serving plates from the cupboard.
Electra is silent. Watching him absentmindedly. The weight of the additional responsibility handed to her pressed heavy on her shoulders.
“I’ll go shower first.” She says and leaves.
He shrugs, not sure what's with her. He returns his atten
