Cooking was something that Danica had enjoyed from a young age. As far back as she could remember, her mother had taught her how to bake sweet treats and prepare favourite family dishes. It came in handy when Julie had a flare, and what had started as a fun hobby soon became a passion. Outside of nursing, cooking was the only other thing she could have seen herself making a career of.
She wasn't used to sharing a kitchen - the vast space was usually open for her to zoom around as needed. Every time she turned around to grab utensils, or seasonings, or to put things in soak, she came face to face with Fraser, who pottered around after her to make side dishes.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Fraser said as Danica turned into him once more, this time armed with plates to set the tabl
