As soon as she exited her room, however, she was hit with the smell of something cooking. "Ugh, that smells
amazing," she said, biting back another groan. Forget microwaved leftovers, she wanted some of whatever
that was. She ran all the way to the kitchen, then stopped at the door, and laughed in surprise at what she found.
Bastien was standing in front of the stove, wooden spoon in hand, his hair tied back into a neat little twist at the nape of his neck. He was in casual dress, just a sweater and slacks--- it felt strange to see him without his jacket. But the most surprising thing about his entire ensemble was the peach pink apron he was wearing, tied around his waist.