Zayde’s Point of View
I take the stairs two at a time, trying to get upstairs and to her as quickly as possible. By the time I reach our apartment door, I can already smell scents of garlic and herbs drifting into the hall. It makes my mouth water immediately.
I step inside, making my way towards the kitchen and my eyes find her immediately.
Chloe is bent over, taking a dish out of the oven before sliding it onto the counter. Her hair is tucked behind her ear, loose strands curling around her face.
She glances up when she hears me.
“Perfect timing.”
She says with a small smile.
“Dinner is ready.”
“It smells amazing. What did you make?”
I ask, making my way into the kitchen.
“Lasagna.”
She says, wiping her hands on a dish towel before motioning towards the table where she h
