(Zara)
I checked the chicken in the oven before returning to the counter where Sebastian was cutting the vegetables. He had already finished the carrots and was working on the broccoli. Everything was arranged beside the cutting board. I examined his work and smiled.
"Some of those pieces are bigger than the others."
"They'll cook perfectly well."
"Are you sure?"
"Zara, I've cooked before."
"I know. Your pasta was delicious."
"Then trust me with the broccoli."
I laughed and returned to the potatoes. Sebastian had seasoned the chicken earlier while I prepared the other ingredients. We'd been working together since the afternoon, and dinner was nearly ready. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was five thirty.
"Adrian confirmed he's coming?" I asked.
"Yes. He sent me a message e
