Jay's POV
I padded into the dining room, following the trail of mouthwatering scents. The table was set beautifully — candles flickering, soft music playing in the background, and plates arranged like we were in some fancy restaurant.
And there he was — Kiefer — standing by the stove, sleeves rolled up apron on, and a grin that made my heart skip.
"Well, look who's finally awake," he teased, turning to me. "Did the pillow taste good?"
I gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me? That pillow was perfectly seasoned, thank you very much!"
He laughed, shaking his head as he brought the plates to the table. "You and your food dreams. Sit down before you start sleep-eating again."
I sank into the chair, mesmerized by the steaming dishes in front of me — sinigang, kare-kare, and even some freshly cooked rice. "Keifer… did you make all of this?"
He shrugged, trying to act casual but clearly proud. "Maybe I did. Maybe I bribed the chef."
"Either way," I said, scooping some food onto my plate, "you're officially my favorite person ever."
We ate and talked for what felt like hours. Which made me realise something simple but sure: this was home now.
And as I leaned back, full and content, Keifer reached over, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "You've got kare-kare sauce right here," he said softly.
I swatted his hand away, laughing. "Don't ruin the moment!"
Too late — I already did.
Heheheheheh.