Time flowed in a melody of laughter and shared glances as the two of them moved seamlessly around the spacious kitchen.
By the time the rain stopped, the kitchen smelled alive again, sizzling with butter, bread toasting, and coffee brewing.
Brandon poured the coffee into three cups while Florence carefully set plates on the counter, humming softly to herself.
He took a sip of the first cup and nearly winced "You like it this strong?"
Looking at him, she smiled "I can't taste them on my tongue anyway... its just there for the 'effect' to let me know that I am drinking something."
Upon hearing this, Brandon's gaze lowered, and he remembered that Florence lost her sense of taste.
No matter how delicious he prepares the meal for her, she couldn't taste anything.
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.
Kiera entered, and her hair was still damp from a shower, with half-lidded eyes from exhaustion.
