Zane;
"I cooked some of my best meals, and I hope you like them. If we can't finish it all tonight, we can always save the rest for later. I made creamy garlic chicken, jollof rice with fried plantain, roasted veggies, and I got us ice cream for dessert. Please don't tell me you've had dinner, or are watching your weight, cause I will throw myself into that oven," She rambles before pointing at the oven, and I can't help the smile that crawls up my face.
I look down at the covered dishes, and like she read my mind, she reaches out and starts uncovering them.
Each meal is a beautiful blend of colour, and the aroma that fills the kitchen carries so much soul, it makes my chest ache.
I stare in silence, and she speaks.
"What? You… don't like them?" She questions in worry, and I look up only to find her studying my expression.
"I didn't say that," I note, and she pouts.
"But you're just staring. You haven't said anything…" She adds, and I smile so she can see it.
