After their shower, they both went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Sasha had always dreamed of cooking with him, but she didn't expect Michael to be so skilled in the kitchen; he chopped the vegetables with such mastery that it left her amazed. Seeing her look of surprise, he chuckled.
"My grandmother loved to cook and made sure to take me to the kitchen with her. No matter how little time she had, she never let me leave, and thanks to her, I'm good in the kitchen."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"How come you've never cooked anything before?" Michael smiled slightly.
"When you're unhappy, you tend to forget the things you once loved doing. As for me, since my grandmother died, I didn't like going near the kitchen, but occasionally I do it as a way to remember all the things she taught me," he
