Slowly Anna started to walk back in to the house, and the lights were not on, except for the lights in the kitchen. Her face had such a confused look on, and not entirely understanding what was going on. Once inside of the warm house, Ann stared at her husband who is getting along to some important and walking up to the fridge and pulling out some ingredients. Some vegetables as he started to wash them clean. She watched his every move, and now losing her mind entirely, thinking if he was actually cooking for her. It seemed as if it couldn't be possible, but also it seemed very polite as well. She would have done the same thing.
"What are you doing?" She asked, coming a little closer and climbing a few stairs, walking up to the kitchen and the main Island. Staring at him as he was shirtle
