I put the cooked rice aside as I heard the door opening and closing. I brought the potatoes and washed them and as I kept it on the chicken counter I felt a presence next to me and I adjusted my glasses, taking the knife.

"What are you making?" I heard her soft voice.

"Lemon rice and black bean sweet potato enchiladas,"

"Since I have not cooked for a long time, I had no meat in the house. So, vegetarian food today," I said and turned to look at her as I stopped in my place, my breath caught in my mouth as I looked at her. Her wet hair,...