Jenny couldn't help but pause for a moment, touched and slightly flustered.
"You… you really remembered all this?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with awe.
Ross shrugged lightly, leaning against the counter with an easy grin. "Of course. I figured if we were going to spend time together, we might as well do it right."
Jenny looked around again, taking in the room, the carefully prepared food, and the quiet confidence in Ross's movements.
For someone so powerful and unpredictable, he had somehow made this place feel warm and welcoming—like a home rather than a temporary shelter in the middle of chaos.
She realized, with a small, almost shy smile, that this visit wasn't about anything else—it was about connection, comfort, and curiosity. And for now, that was enough.
"Let's eat. We don't want the food to get cold," Ross said, picking up his utensils.
