Chapter 62: First time hearing his pain

Elijah's pov ; 

A soft chuckle escaped my lips. "Of course," I responded, amusement lacing my voice. "Why? Do you think I survive on take-out food? I used to cook back in college. It's expensive to live alone, you know."

"Wow," he amused, clearly impressed. His eyes widened as he took in the way I was working and moving around in the kitchen. "I had no idea. What are you going to make?" 

"Omelette," I replied, effortlessly cracking eggs into a bowl. "It's easy and quick. Is there anything else you'd like?"

"Anything is fine," he shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not picky."

"Okay, then omelette it is," I smiled widely, reaching for the ingredients.

As I began chopping vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board filled the silence between us.

"Let me help," he suddenly offered, surprising me.

I looked up at him in shock and he mirrored my expression. "What? Is there something on my face?"