Marv's foot dangled back and forth as took slow sips of her wine. Arioch stood cutting vegetables while Marv tried to ignore his heavy presence, it was so big, it consumed the kitchen. Marv could always move to another room, leave Arioch to his devices but the only place to sitting was the tall kitchen stools. The kitchen was empty but the pot that was boiling with spaghetti in it, tomatoes chopped, stood at attention on a cutting tray and next to onion that sting her eyes. There was olive oil and herbs spread across the island counter. A length of baguette sat next to a tall bottle of wine.
"I thought spaghetti bolognese would be a quick dish," his voice growled through the room, but Marv still didn't pay him any attention. "Are you still ignoring me?" he asked softly.
