Lazar’s POV
I arrived home earlier than usual, something I almost never do.
Normally, I would bury myself in work until the night swallows the day, but today was different.
I had spent all weekend with Miriam and I could see she was still adjusting to the new apartment.
I wanted to do something special for her. I want her to know that no matter what happens I will always have her back.
Although she hasn’t complained once, I know it must feel strange to her being here, with me, in a world so unfamiliar to what she’s used to.
So I was going to take it upon myself to make her feel at home.
“Here's the grocery you ordered.” Rodosov passed me a bunch of bags with a mischievous smirk at the corner of his lips.
“You? Cooking? Lazar, are you unwell?” He asked his brows raised so high I
