The rich aroma of his precisely calculated dinner simmering pulled him back to reality. Just as he stood to check the stove, an unmistakable click of the penthouse door echoed through the quiet.
Noah was home.
Levi moved to the stove, the satisfied smirk fading as he focused on the steaming pot. He stirred the contents slowly, letting the spoon clink against the pot. The only sound for a moment until a deep, familiar voice broke the silence from the kitchen doorway. "Good evening."
Levi froze, his hand still gripping the spoon, and turned slowly. His expression was momentarily blank, as if the sound of the door and the presence of another person had only just registered in his mind. He looked Noah over, then gave a short nod. "Evening."
