After Cynthia finished picking out all the groceries, she turned to Dominic. The moment their eyes met—his gaze warm and intense—she froze for a second before quickly looking away. Grabbing a pack of chili peppers from a nearby shelf, she tried to sound casual.
“Mr. Holloway, can you handle spicy food?”
Dominic’s reply was calm. “I don’t mind a little heat.”
Cynthia nodded and tossed some of the chilies into their cart.
When they reached the checkout, Cynthia pulled out her phone to pay, but Dominic smoothly intercepted, gently nudging her hand aside. He handed his own phone to the cashier instead.
“Scan mine.”
The cashier, who’d been quietly observing the two of them, perked up with interest. Watching Dominic block Cynthia from paying, then pick up the grocery bags with one hand and stride toward the exit, she couldn’t help but swoon a little at his confident, take-charge demeanor.
She stood there, staring dreamily after their retreating backs until her coworker elbowed her with a laugh.
“Stop gawking—you’re practically drooling.”
Flustered, the cashier tore her gaze away at last, sighing. “In my next life, I want a boyfriend just like that.”
“Keep dreaming,” her coworker teased, “that’s not how reincarnation works.”
Back at the apartment, Cynthia dove straight into the kitchen.
Dominic rolled up his sleeves and came to stand beside her. “Is there anything I can help with?”
Seeing the determined look in his eyes, Cynthia knew he was set on lending a hand, so she didn’t turn him down. She pointed to the pile of vegetables on the counter. “Could you wash those for me? And maybe peel a couple cloves of garlic?”
Dominic nodded. “Sure.”
Meanwhile, Cynthia discreetly pulled out her phone and started searching for recipe tutorials.
When Dominic finished washing the veggies and walked over, Cynthia hurriedly tucked her phone away, worried he’d tease her for needing the instructions. But the expected mockery never came. Instead, he looked at her with genuine curiosity.
“Did you catch that last step?”
Dominic waited patiently until she finished snapping photos before sitting down beside her. As he settled in, he asked casually, “Let me see how the pictures turned out.”
Cynthia eagerly opened her gallery and handed the phone to him.
Dominic glanced over the photos, swiping through a few. “They’re kind of plain. Every shot looks the same—feels like something’s missing.”
Cynthia had been pleased with her pictures, but now that he mentioned it, she had to agree.
Dominic picked up a forkful of food and gestured for her to take another shot.
Cynthia quickly obliged, snapping a photo with Dominic in the frame. She moved closer so they could look at it together.
“Not bad,” she said.
“Looks good,” Dominic agreed.
Their voices overlapped as they shared a laugh. Cynthia glanced up and saw the unmistakable contentment in Dominic’s eyes. She couldn’t help but smile in return, her own mood lifted by the simple, happy moment.
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