"Hi!" slightly tapping on the glass door, making her presence known to the man of the house. The door was wide open, but she did not notice Baxter outside or anywhere inside the vicinity. That dog usually was the first to greet her when she came over, so she was a bit curious about his whereabouts.
"Hey. Come in." He walked to her, still with his apron on, immediately kissing her. It was a short touching of the lips, but the simple act still did make her knees weak. "I'm glad you're finally ok."
"Yeah, me too." Partially, it was true. She did felt unwell emotionally, if not physically. Technically, she was not lying this time.
She walked over to where he was working on their meal and offered to help him, but he flatly refused. He ordered her to sit her butt down on the stool behind the counter instead while he finished preparing the salad. He was indeed skilled at cooking, watching him moved with ease in the kitchen was quite entertaining.
