Avon's POV
Jeremiah planned to leave but I insisted to cook us dinner before he goes and I am glad that he agreed.
It's my way of saying thank you for saving me from the paparazzi earlier.
"Do you want some steak?" I asked and he nods his head.
"Okay. You can watch TV while I am cooking here," I suggested but he shook his head.
"I'll help you," he offered.
"Can you cook me fettuccine alfredo?" I asked and without any hesitation, he nod his head.
Jeremiah fished out the phone from his pocket and started typing something.
After a while, he needed towards my pantry taking glances at his phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked while looking at him with confusion.
"Taking some ingredients?" he answered as if questioning his answer.
"I mean, why do you keep on looking at your phone?" I a
