"Also, I get it if you don't want to be friends or whatever. You're under no obligation to be friends with me. So, I'd like you to consider this delicious dinner I'm about to make as just an apology. Nothing more," Damon said as he adjusted his apron.
Jessica snorted before she could stop herself. She couldn't believe how arrogant he was to refer to a dinner he was yet to prepare as delicious.
"What was that?" Damon asked when he heard the snort, and she shook her head.
Jessica cleared her throat as she shook her head, "It's nothing. Thanks," she said, unsure of what else to say to what he had said.
She watched as he moved around the kitchen, his back to her, and a part of her couldn't help but appreciate how much effort he was putting into this— this dinner, this apology, this attempt to smooth things over between them.
