INDY
It turned out there was absolutely nothing to cook in this place.
I stood in the small but elegant kitchen, opening cabinet after cabinet, hoping to find something even remotely edible. But all I found were fancy-looking jars filled with things that looked more like decoration than food.
Rome leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with a faint look of amusement. “What did you expect?” he asked. “This place isn’t exactly… lived in.”
Just then, I remembered something, making me instantly light up.
I rushed back to my suitcase and unzipped the side pocket. Deep inside, buried under clothes and a random scarf Poppy insisted I bring, was my secret stash.
Instant noodles.
I held them up like they were sacred artifacts.
“Poppy, you beautiful, overpacking genius,” I
