Chapter Thirty Two
The walk back to Damian's room was a stark contrast to the tense silence that had followed us earlier. Alexander's easy conversation and lighthearted jokes filled the air, a welcome change from the weight of unspoken emotions. His company was surprisingly comforting, and I found myself relaxing, enjoying the easy banter.
"One of these days," he said with a playful glint in his eyes, "you'll have to teach me how to make this incredible dish."
I laughed a genuine sound that surprised even me. "Your favorite, huh? Well, spill the secret then. What culinary masterpiece are you so enamored with?"
He leaned closer, a conspiratorial smile dancing on his lips. "That, my dear Annie, remains a secret for now. Perhaps we could schedule a 'cooking lesson' sometime? A clandestine exchange of culinary knowledge."