The sound of clanging kitchen utensils disrupted the morning silence, waking Veronica from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes with her hands to rub off the remnant of sleep from her eyes. She yawned quietly and sat up.

As she sat up, the aroma of freshly made food made its way into her room.

“Is Steve cooking?” She asked herself and got up, heading for the kitchen.

“Wow, someone's up early.” She commented as she saw him dishing out the food into two plates.

Hearing her voice, Steve ...