Lilyan began searching through Zayd's kitchen. A frown formed on her face. It was basically bare. She turned around to find Zayd leaning on the kitchen door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
“Were you going to tell me there was no food in here?” she asked, slightly annoyed.
“Nope,” he chuckled, “Wanted you to see for yourself.”
“Why?” she asked, exasperated.
“The look on your face was funny,” he shrugged, still smirking. Lilyan rolled her eyes and pushed past him to go sit on the couch in the living room. She heard Zayd laugh behind her and could not suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Zayd sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pulled out his cell phone and opened the delivery app.
“What would you like to eat, prince
