Your mistakes

When Robin finally awakens, soft rays of afternoon sunlight stream through her window, casting a warm glow across her room.

She blinks slowly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her.

As she sits up, the familiar sounds of the house reach her ears—clattering dishes and the faint sizzle of something cooking.

Curiosity piques, and she swings her legs over the side of the bed, padding quietly to her door. Pushing it ajar, she peeks into the hallway. The aroma wafting up from the stairs is tantalizing, and subconsciously her feet lead her in that direction.

In no time at all, she stands before the kitchen door. Pushing it open, she pauses at the sight that greets her, her heart fluttering in her chest.

It's Ramsey.

Standing in the kitchen, he moves about with an ease that makes her heart swell. He chops vegetables, glancing occasionally at a frying pan on the stove.