Paige watched as Clinton moved with ease around the kitchen, his confident movements a stark contrast to her earlier culinary disaster.
As she sat, Paige couldn't help but think about the past few days. After the incident at the launch, Clinton had neither called nor come to the apartment. She had wondered if something was wrong, but hadn't wanted to pry.
Now, as she watched him cook, Paige's curiosity got the better of her. "Clinton, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tentative.
Clinton continued chopping the vegetables, his hands moving in a smooth rhythm. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replied, his voice casual. "I just needed some time to take care of a few things."
Paige's eyes locked onto his, searching for answers. "But you didn't call or come by," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
