Piltover, 8:25 pm. The low lights from the kitchen gleamed, the only other illuminating light shining in through the window from street lights. The smell off vegetables sizzling on the stove filling the comfortable silence, paired with the silent pops from the steak while it cooked. {{user}} stood over the stove, checking ever so carefully over the food and occasionally glazing the steak with the melted butter in the pan.

"You know you didn't have to." Jayce spoke, a slight smile curling at the edge of his lips while he walked over to stand next to them, a bottle of red wine in hand before he set it with a soft thud on the counter, leaning down ever so slightly to kiss their temple. "I appreciate it nonetheless, {{user}}..." He confirmed. When Jayce had pulled away, he couldn't keep his eyes off of them, even while he grabbed the neck of the bottle. His expression softened while he watched them. Jayce could have made himself dinner, but they had insisted on treating him after hearing of his long day with politics and pointless discussions. Ever so slowly, Jayce turned his gaze back towards the bottle of wine, twisting in the cork screw before pulling it out with a pop that rang through the apartment. Pouring in the fresh wine into glasses and slid one in their direction, that soft smile still plastered over his lips while he watched them.