I get home at 6:30 pm, and Luke said he’d be here by 7 pm to help. After closing the door behind me, I head straight to my bedroom.
I take a shower, put on shorts and a shirt, and tie my hair in a ponytail. The doorbell rings, and I walk downstairs to find Luke at the door in jeans and a blue shirt, his hair slicked back.
I let him in, and he suggests, "My aunt loves spaghetti and meatballs; let’s make that since it’s quick."
I add, "And ice cream for dessert; we have some in the freezer." He nods, "Excellent, let’s get cooking."
We head to the kitchen and gather the ingredients. I put on an apron and hairnet while Luke does the same. He fills a pot with water, lights the stove, and adds the spaghetti. I sit by the kitchen island, watching him. He has cute blue eyes and a kind smile.
