summer by the sea



She composed herself enough to say, “Have you ever even cooked before?” 

“Not pasta. Dad liked chicken, so I’m alright at that,” he stated softly, before moving to rummage in the cupboards. Moments later, he whooped victoriously and wielded a bag of pasta above his head.

“Well, that’s a start. Maybe there’s a jar of sauce in there somewhere too? A pot might be useful.”

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