The kitchen was a masterpiece of modern design—marble countertops, professional-grade appliances, and enough gleaming stainless steel to outfit a restaurant.
It was also, Felix noted with amusement, almost comically unused.
The stove looked pristine, the pots and pans hung on their rack with military precision, and when Matteo opened the refrigerator.
It contained exactly three items: a bottle of wine, some takeout containers, and what might have once been vegetables.
"So," Felix said, hopping up to sit on the counter, legs swinging. "This is where the magic happens?"
Matteo shot him a look, pulling out a box of pasta from the pantry. "Well...I said I'd try. I didn't promise miracles."
"Trying is noble." Felix picked up a wooden spoon from the counter, examining it like it was a foreign object. "Very ambitious of you, really."
"Are you going to help or just provide commentary?"
