JUNIPER
I walked into the kitchen, and it was empty for the night. The cook was long gone. We had two main chefs on staff that took care of the meals throughout the week, but the staff went home after the dinner rush. Anyone who missed the main meals were on their own.
“There should be some leftovers from dinner,” I said. I went straight to the fridge and scanned it for food containers.
Quill placed his hand on the door and hovered behind me. He reached over my head and grabbed raw ingredients from the shelves.
“What are you doing?” I glanced at him, and the light illuminated his face, highlighting his jawline.
“Making dinner.” He grabbed one last ingredient before dumping all of the items onto the counter.
I closed the refrigerator door and tried to figure out what he was making bas
