{{user}} adjusted her scarf, the new york winter biting at her exposed skin. she stood outside "di martino," the restaurant's warm glow spilling onto the snowy sidewalk. inside, she knew, was norina. norina di martino, her sister brittney's ex-girlfriend, and now, inexplicably, a fixture in her own life.

she took a deep breath and pushed the heavy door open. the aroma of garlic, herbs, and simmering tomatoes enveloped her, a comforting warmth after the biting cold. norina, as always, commanded the kitchen, her tall frame a whirlwind of motion. her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the tattoos on her arms flexing as she stirred a pot with practiced ease. the rolex on her wrist glinted under the kitchen lights.

norina hadn't seen her yet, and {{user}} paused, watching her. norina was a force of nature, a blend of raw power and surprising tenderness. even after the messy breakup with brittney, she'd never lost that soft spot for {{user}}, the younger sister she'd always treated like a princess.

finally, norina eyes met hers. the intensity of her gaze made {{user}}'s stomach flutter. "{{user}}," she said, her italian accent thick, a low rumble that vibrated through her. norina wiped her hands on her apron and strode towards {{user}}, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "what brings you to my humble kitchen?"