Seeing Lynsandra naturally made Elias happy. He had thought she'd left, but here she was in the kitchen.
The scene felt like something out of his dreams.
Waking up after a long night of passion, only to find the love of his life making breakfast for them.
Elias kept his arms wrapped around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, a smile spreading across his face.
"What are you making?" he asked, as if completely ignoring the thick smoke rising before them.
"Pancakes," she answered. "But I'm not quite sure if I'm doing it correctly."
That made him snap his eyes toward the stove, and they widened at the sight of the heavy smoke. Even the exhaust fan above the stove seemed overwhelmed by it.
"Li—Liz…"
"I'm not quite sure if I should've used a different pan, though," she continued, utterly unbothered by the charcoal her pancake had become. "Oh, I think it's overcooked."
