The next morning, the storm has passed, leaving the ship to glide peacefully over the now-calm waters. Sunlight filters through the curtains of my cabin, and the sound of seagulls fills the air. I stretch lazily, feeling a sense of calm I haven’t felt in days.
After a quick shower, I head to the buffet for breakfast. Jack is already there, waiting with a plate of fresh fruit and a cup of coffee.
“You’re late,” he teases as I slide into the seat across from him.
“I needed my beauty sleep,” I reply with a grin.
He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t need it, trust me.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Jack.”
“Oh, I beg to differ,” he says, winking.
As we eat, we talk about the plans for the day.
“So, are you still up for that cooking class?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” h
