Adrienne stood, circled the kitchen, stopped to fix her hair in the mirror for the millionth time, and sat again. Her foot tapped against the chair leg as her fingers played her knees like drums.
A quick glance at her watch showed the hand had not moved since her last check.
‘Has time stopped or what?’ she wondered.
A knock at the door almost made her fall off the chair. She stumbled to the door, fixing her hair yet again and opened it with what she hoped was a casual smile.
Zach grinned and raised his arms, laden with shopping bags.
“Ready to learn to cook healthily?” Zach asked.
“I sure am,” Adrienne said with a smile. To admit cooking was not exactly a burning passion seemed redundant. She was excited to do any activity so long as it was with Zach. Trawling thr
