Ross stood, casually slipped on a shirt, and headed out toward the kitchen.
Tianna followed, feet padding softly against the cool floor. The house was quiet now.
Most of the other contestants had scattered or gone off to do their own morning routines.
Ross moved smoothly through the kitchen like he belonged there—opening drawers, chopping ingredients with practiced ease, adding spices to a simmering pot.
The aroma began to spread quickly: something savory and rich, with a hint of garlic and warmth that made Tianna's stomach rumble.
She stood by awkwardly, watching him from the doorway, unsure of what to say.
Everything felt different now.
Moments later, Ross turned his head slightly and called out, "Heaven. Breakfast's ready."
There was a pause, followed by the sound of soft footsteps.
Heaven emerged from the hallway with a sleepy smile, her golden hair tousled, one of Ross's oversized shirts hanging off one shoulder.
