Sixty-Seven

ZORA'S POV

"Alright," Elliot said as soon as I unlocked the door. "Show me your kitchen."

Without saying anything, I led and he followed. I opened the cupboards as I walked into the kitchen, showing him their contents. He nodded in satisfaction.

"You seem to have everything I need," he said, when he had peered into the fridge to see what we had there. "By the way, what did you plan on cooking for her?"

I thought for a moment. "I am not really sure but... macaroni and cheese, maybe," I said listlessly.

"Okay then. Macaroni and cheese it is."

Elliot grabbed an apron, put it on, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and set to work. I leaned against the counter a little away distance from him and watched him cook. As usual, he was very efficient in the kitchen. He chopped up the ingredients faster than w even Katherine. He didn't made a mess and cleaned up as he went. I felt a pang of sadness as I recalled all of the times he used to cook for me, all the times he used to watch me cook- or