"See?" she said, trying to sound composed. "Perfect."
Bruce hummed softly behind her, the sound vibrating faintly where his chin nearly brushed her shoulder.
"We'll see."
She poured the eggs into the pan.
The mixture spread evenly, cooking smoothly. No hesitation. No uneven texture. Just the soft, golden bloom of something done right.
Bruce watched carefully this time. No teasing. Just observation.
Sophie felt the shift.
"…Well?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Good heat control."
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
"And your timing is better."
A small smile formed on her lips.
"Of course it is."
She moved with more confidence now, tilting the pan slightly, folding the omelette with careful precision, letting it cook just enough without overdoing it. Her movements had found their rhythm again, steady, sure, practiced.
Bruce's hands remained at her waist. Steady. Warm. Not distracting now. Just there. Grounding her the way he always did, even when he didn't mean to.
