"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.

blend unlike any other. Sylvia, who one wouldn't

in my bowl, and

with gentle consideration as she served the soup, "Here you go,

and took his bowl to

was always a feast for the eyes. Sipping her soup, Sylvia asked, "The call I took earlier, it's not

"No,

Sylvia nodded, "Good."

"You'll still be

"Mhm."

curled into a subtle smile and she focused on her

left together, Gabriel driving as usual, while Sylvia sat in the passenger's

to him, "you never mentioned what

I already receive something?" he said, eyes on

warmth in her cheeks and whispered, "That doesn't count. You can ask

smiled faintly, "I'll let you know when I think

"That's

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