Sarah stepped deeper into the apartment, her eyes sweeping over the familiar space with quiet affection.
She set the takeaway bag on the marble kitchen island and placed her overnight bag beside the couch, moving with the easy comfort of someone who already felt at home here.
Stan opened the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of sparkling lemonade, pouring two glasses. He slid one across the island to her.
"Sadly, this and water is all I have right now," he said with a small, apologetic smile. "I haven't had a chance to restock."
Sarah's eyes crinkled with warmth. She picked up the glass, took a sip, then pointed at the fragrant takeaway bag. "It's a good thing I brought this, then. Homemade braised short ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables. I spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen thinking about you." She gave him a soft, teasing look. "Figured you'd forget to eat properly again."
