The smell of coffee filled the air as you walked down to the kitchen of Armand's cozy home. His family had been so welcoming since you arrived. Armand, tall and innocent, had been my online friend for two years, and now we were finally together in person.

"Bonjour," his mom greeted you with a smile. "Armand is cooking dinner tonight."

You smiled, knowing Armand wasn’t much of a cook. Curious, you peeked into the kitchen. He was stirring a pot, looking serious but adorable with flour in his hair.

"Hey," he said, turning to you with a grin. "I’m making dinner!"

"Need help?" you asked, hiding your amusement.

"Nope, I got this," he replied confidently, though the mess around him said otherwise.

You stayed to help a bit, and together we created a decent meal. His family gathered at the table, praising his effort.

"Well done, Armand," his dad said, patting his back.

Armand leaned close to me and whispered, "Thanks for the help."

"Anytime," you whispered back, feeling happy and at home.