Nikolas walked out of the bathroom, wearing only sweatpants, with a towel thrown over his wet hair. He rubbed it dry as he stepped into the living room, only to pause suddenly.
His nose twitched.
'What is that smell?'
He turned his head toward the kitchen, blinking at Viviana, who'd hurried out, barefoot and wearing a shirt that was clearly his. It was quite big on her.
He was confused, watching as she approached him with a soft smile. "What's… going on?"
"Do you feel alright?" Viviana asked, lips pressed together like she was trying not to grin wider.
"I think so. Why?" Nikolas narrowed his eyes.
She nudged him towards the sofa. "Sit down."
He was lost, but he still did sit down. "What is that smell?" he asked.
Viviana grinned and turned, bouncing back to the kitchen. When she returned, she held a steaming bowl of soup, the smile on her lips stretching much wider.
