As the car came to a stop in the garage, Zarina and Draymond quickly exited and made their way into the house.
Inside, the silence was palpable, with even the chirping of crickets outside audible indoors. Zarina's heels clacked against the floor as she headed towards the kitchen, where the clinking of a spoon caught her attention.
Setting her bag down on a side table, Zarina moved towards the kitchen with cautious steps. Draymond, noticing Zarina's absence upstairs, furrowed his brows and followed her into the kitchen.
"Oh! I miss the chicken Alfredo you always cooked for me before," Zarina heard her grandmother's voice, recognizing it instantly.
Her face registered confusion as she tiptoed further into the kitchen, careful not to disturb them.
Zarina listened intently, trying to discern the conversation between her grandmother and Mr. Hans.