"The food," she murmurs.
Take a small hop into the oven almost immediately. I move away just to let her pass and watch her move quickly through the kitchen.
Open the oven, turn it off, and carefully remove the tray. A small thread of steam comes upwards.
The aroma of spices fills the air.
She puts the tray down on the counter and exhales.
"I think it was just in time," she says.
I smile.
She looks up at me and our eyes meet again.
There's something different in the air now. A mixture of contained laughter... and what almost happened a few seconds ago.
I move a little closer to the countertop and raise my hand slowly.
I take it to my nose, inhale.
"It smells delicious," I say.
Clara frowns slightly, amused.
"The food?"
I shake my head barely, waiting for the answer. I look int
