Sarah
Jennifer stood in the kitchen, a look of confusion on her face as I waltzed in.
So I say excitedly, "I want to cook dinner tonight."
She raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my sudden desire. I have never tried to cook since I started living here.
"Really? What's the occasion?" she asks.
I shrug nonchalantly. "No occasion, I just felt like it."
Jennifer's face softens into a smile as she nods. "Well, I'll happily be your sous chef then."
My grin widens. "That would be awesome! So, I was wondering..." I hesitate, suddenly feeling shy.
"What is it, Miss?" Jennifer asks, curious about my sudden change in demeanor.
"What is...what is Vincent's favorite food?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jennifer gives me a gentle smile. "Vincent's favorite food is lasagna. He lov
