(Sebastian)
The following morning, I woke to find Zara sitting beside me with her phone. She was looking through a grocery list, adding items whenever she remembered something. I checked the time and discovered it was barely eight. Apparently, our shopping trip required more preparation than I'd expected.
"How long have you been awake?"
"About half an hour."
"And you've spent all that time making a grocery list?"
"Not all of it. I was also looking at recipes."
I moved closer and rested my head against her arm. She turned the screen toward me, showing me a picture of roasted chicken surrounded by vegetables. It looked good enough, although I couldn't understand why she needed several recipes for one meal. Surely cooking chicken couldn't be that complicated.
"That looks delicious."
"
