#Chapter 52: Too Close

Abby Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft clinking of our utensils is a comforting lullaby against the evening's silence. I sneak glances at Karl every now and then, his features illuminated with a gentle glow from the overhead light. He seems lost in his thoughts, enjoying every bite. “This pasta turned out really well,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. I chuckle, twirling another mouthful onto my fork. “Team effort, remember?” Karl smiles. “Yes, but I think someone here had the magic touch, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.” Laughing lightly, I shake my head. “You flatter too much, Mr. Know-It-All.” As I twirl the spaghetti around my fork, Karl’s gaze meets mine, a hint of mirth in his eyes. “You know,” he begins, pausing for effect, “I never thought I’d see the day where you’re more engrossed in your food than in giving orders.” I feign shock, clutching my chest. “Mr. Karl, are you insinuating that I’m bossy?” His laughter fills th