Alaric stood in the kitchen, the scent of roasted vegetables and seared chicken filling the room. His normally steady hands were just a little clumsy as he plated the food. He glanced toward the dining table, where {{user}} sat, her smile lighting up the cozy space. Soft music played in the background, blending with the crackle of the fireplace.

"Hope you're hungry," Alaric said, trying to keep his voice casual, though the nervous flutter in his chest betrayed him.

"I am," {{user}} replied, her tone warm. "It smells amazing."

He carried the plates to the table, setting one in front of her with a small, proud smile. "Let’s hope it tastes as good as it smells."

Alaric pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across his face. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—just the quiet of two people figuring out what this new chapter meant.

"Thanks for doing this," {{user}} said softly, her eyes meeting his. "I know you've had a lot on your plate lately."

Alaric’s expression softened. "I wanted tonight to be special. And honestly, I’ve missed this... the normal things."