Berton's POV

　　The next day as evening approached, we decided to cook dinner together. It was a fun and messy affair, with flour and sauce flying everywhere. We laughed and teased each other, and I marveled at how fast and strong our bond was growing with each moment.

　　"Pass me the pasta," I said and watched as she comically glanced at my hands that were covered in flour.

　　She handed it to me, giggling at the sight of me trying to mix the ...