After the trial was over, Boris went home as early as he could. He wouldn't have done so under normal circumstances, but with Lyne having messaged him that she cooked dinner for themselves, he couldn't help but hurry up and meet up with her.
Practically racing across the driveway, Boris parked his car and made a beeline for Lyne. He didn't know where she was, but she was probably by the kitchen if she had done some cooking for them.
"Lyne? I'm back," Boris called out as he entered the kitchen, his weary sight being soothed by the image of Lyne wearing an apron and finishing up with her cooking. "Oh, that actually smells good."
"You're saying that as if I can't cook normally," Lyne scoffed as she scooped up a ladle of what looked to be curry onto a bowl of rice. "Do you really think that's what I want to hear, Boris?"
