(Ava's POV)
A smile flashed across my face, seeing the final results of what I had cooked. For a minute, I felt like a chef who deserved an award; a golden one.
I chuckled.
It was pure beauty—straight out of heaven.
The grilled cheeseburger was sitting elegantly on the glass place, accompanied by some french fries. I had also roasted a full chicken, and surprisingly, it came out so good, despite how long it had been since I last cooked for myself.
But today?
I didn't have myself in mind when I went into the kitchen and spent over two hours, cooking.
I was thinking about him— Damon.
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I ran my eyes over the food before me. It was quite a simple meal, but the aroma was heavenly. I made a quick mental note to myself to start up a
