Viya's POV
After finishing up with the hospital director, I drove straight home.
Sophia had gotten off work early today. We'd made plans to grill some steaks together—a rare quiet evening in.
By the time I arrived, she'd already prepped everything. The ingredients were laid out on the counter, fruit sliced and ready, the electric grill just waiting to be plugged in.
"So? Am I not the most thoughtful roommate in existence right now?"
The moment I set down my bag, she struck a pose like she was awaiting a standing ovation.
I gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. "Beyond thoughtful. I'm ready to marry you."
"I mean, I wouldn't be opposed."
She grinned and pulled two bottles from the wine cabinet. "Which one are we opening?"
"Whatever you prefer."
The words barely
