"Need a hand with that?" Gabriel, towering well over six feet, effortlessly reached up to pry open the cupboard door, following her request, he grabbed the pepper shaker and handed it to her. "Thanks!" Sylvia beamed, "Could you also pass me the slotted spoon?"

Slotted spoon?

Gabriel eyed several different spoons and, taking her description to heart, picked the one with holes and handed it to her.

Sylvia praised him, "Spot on! You've got quite the knack for this!"

Gabriel chuckled, "Am I really that clueless about domestic stuff?"

Sylvia arched an eyebrow, "Aren't you?"

Gabriel frowned slightly but didn't argue.

All this was indeed unfamiliar territory for Gabriel. He had once even been intimidated by the mundane aspects of daily life, but now, immersed in it, it all seemed quite natural.

Waking up in the morning, cooking breakfast with a woman, sharing a meal, and then heading out to tackle the day together didn't seem as dull as he'd imagined.

the kitchen, mixed with the subtle scent of the woman, created a blend unlike any other. Sylvia, who one wouldn't peg as the type to cook, seemed out of place in this domestic scene, yet now, it

turned off the stove and smiled, "I only put pepper in my bowl,

spoke with gentle consideration as she served the soup, "Here you go, this one's

and took his

applied to everything she did. She was always a feast for the

replied, "No,

Sylvia nodded, "Good."

still be

"Mhm."

a subtle smile

usual, while Sylvia sat in the passenger's seat, visibly more relaxed than

Sylvia suddenly turned to him, "you never mentioned what

I already receive something?" he

and whispered, "That doesn't count. You can ask for

faintly, "I'll let you know

nodded, "That's an

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