Zephany stood at the stove, spatula in one hand, apron a little too big tied awkwardly around her waist. She had her brows furrowed in concentration, checking the pan every few seconds like she was mentally timing everything. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and there was a smudge of flour near her temple.
But she looked focused. Calm. A little nervous maybe, but undeniably determined.
He watched quietly for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips.
She didn't notice him yet. And for once, he didn't want to interrupt.
He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, just watching her move.
Zephany was cooking. Really cooking.
And she was doing it all on her own.
Kendrick stayed where he was in the hallway, quietly leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her. The morning sunlight filtered in through the small kitchen window, casting soft golden hues across the room and highlighting Zephany's focused expression.
