Rose settled into Blake's house, trying to restore a sense of normalcy after the recent chaos. She excused Lily, telling her to take a rest while she busied herself in the kitchen, determined to cook a meal for Blake as a small gesture of gratitude. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and bubbling of pots on the stove helped calm her nerves.
As Blake sat at the dining table, the tablecloth adorned with flickering candles, Rose presented a dish – a hearty chicken Alfredo pasta, each strand of pasta glistening with a velvety cream sauce. The dish was accompanied by a vibrant salad, a colorful medley of fresh greens and sun-kissed tomatoes.
Blake's eyes, usually filled with warmth, now carried a tension that mirrored the recent upheaval. The clinks of cutlery against the plate resonated as he ate, no words to say, eyes completely void.
