Alicia stretched her arms in the kitchen doorway and smiled at Tim, who was covered in flour and focused on a bubbling pan.
"Hey, still on this?"
Tim turned around, wiping his hands on his apron. His eyes ran down her gym wear, tight blue leggings, sports bra under a cropped hoodie, gym bag slung on her shoulder.
"Good morning..." he dragged the greeting, clearly distracted. "You’re a bit too serious this morning. The outfit, the bag... Looks like you're going for sport modelling."
She chuckled. "Not working out at home today. I need fresh air, people, noise... a proper gym. Business has been intense lately, I need to clear my head."
"Okay, just be safe, and remember not to exceed your limits."
She winked. "I’ll be back before breakfast, and probably taste this new recipe of yours."
