Aoife stood at the small stove, expertly cooking the steak on the one working plate.
The sizzling sound filled the room, accompanied by a savory aroma that made their mouths water.
Damon watched as his mom worked, the smell of cooking meat and spices filling the air.
The rice, cooked earlier, sat in a separate pot, its fluffy texture a testament to Aoife's culinary skills.
Damon had helped with the simple tasks, like washing the rice and stirring it occasionally.
As they worked, the motel room's worn carpet and faded curtains seemed less noticeable.
The room was filled with the smell of cooking meat and steaming rice, teasing their taste buds and building their anticipation.
Finally, Aoife placed the finished steak on a plate, alongside the cooked rice.
Aoife took the plate and walked towards Damon.
