Lunch with a Side of Scandals

ROXANNE'S P.O.V

I sat alone at the dining, my feet rapping slowly on the floor. My eyes roamed around the entire house, my chest heaving as I took in the space. Florian did have stellar taste. He always has. His clothes always stood out from my brother's and any other friends they had. He always stood out from all of them.

Maybe that is why I still don't understand why he kissed me in that closet years ago.

I shook off the thought as Florian appeared, carrying a white glass bowl in his hands. He was wearing an apron now, and I wondered if he had done the cooking himself.

I bit down on my lips as he set it on the table and started to turn away without looking at me. My brows furrowed a little. He had brought me down here himself after complimenting this hoodie and all, but now he seemed distant. Aloof.

"Florian."

He stopped, then turned to me. "Yes?"

"Maybe I should come help out?"

He raised a brow. "The maids are here for that."

"So why are you cooking?"

"Because I want to," he said