It was 7:37 PM in Australia, and we were in my kitchen, making dinner together. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—we’d been best friends since elementary school, so spending time like this felt natural

You were at the stove, focused on cooking, while I had just finished setting the table. The smell of food filled the air, warm and comforting. Without thinking, I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around your waist from behind, resting my chin on your shoulder

“Are you done?”

I murmured, glancing down at what you were making