"It's not showing off," he said, flipping the wrap with practiced ease. "It's survival. If I don't feed you soon, you might pass out."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "True. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on."
Within minutes, Samuel brought two plates to the table. The flatbread wraps were golden brown, oozing with melted cheese, and the side salad was simple but vibrant—fresh greens tossed with olive oil, lemon juice, and a sprinkle of Parmesan.
Zinnia's eyes widened. "Okay, I take back everything I said. This looks amazing."
Samuel shrugged, though his faint smile betrayed his pride. "Told you I've got this."
She picked up her wrap and took a big bite. The blend of flavors—earthy mushrooms, gooey cheese, and the crisp flatbread—made her pause in delight. "Wow," she said after swallowing. "This is so good. Like, really good."
