"Are you going to sit at this kitchen island for the rest of the day, like you did yesterday and the day before, and for the past month?" Aiden grumbles.
Dalton stared at the burner, completely zoning out as his mind relayed memories of all the times Maya had stood right behind the stove, cooking dinner for her vlog videos and softly humming melodies while she cooked. He remembered how beautiful she looked with her hair up, her dolphin-like laughter when sauce got in her eyes, and the serenity that emanated from her has been imprinted in his mind forever. Whenever his feelings of languishing and despair over losing Maya threaten to push him over the edge that beautiful, shimmering image of her cooking brings him back from the brink.
Aiden is correct; he has spent most of his days in the kitchen this past month because it's Maya's favorite place, where she spends most of her time.
