Breakfast spread was enticing, with pancakes that looked absolutely delicious. Zachary couldn’t resist and polished off an entire plate. Indeed, they were delightful, a testament to Serenity’s culinary skills.
He felt fortunate in that regard. Zachary preferred her home-cooked meals over takeout any day. Meanwhile, Serenity busied herself by clearing the table and washing the dishes in the kitchen.
“Mr. York, do you only own dark-colored clothing?” she asked playfully.
Zachary’s silence spoke volumes, confirming her suspicion.
“What’s your size? I could add some color to your wardrobe during my next shopping trip. You already have a stern look, and the dark clothes make you seem even more unapproachable.”
Noticing the chill in his eyes, Zachary responded with a frosty tone, “Stay out of my wardrobe choices!” Dark colors were his preference, and if she had an issue with that, it was of no concern to him.
Realizing his displeasure, Serenity chose to retreat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep. Everyone has their own tastes; I shouldn’t impose mine on you.”
Zachary let the conversation end there and made his way to the balcony. The serene view of the small garden helped alleviate the tension etched on his face.
A few minutes later, Serenity grabbed her purse and called out, “Let’s go, Mr. York.”
Zachary returned from the balcony without a word, quietly taking his keys, and together they left the house. They both made a conscious effort to avoid mentioning the earlier disagreement.
As they navigated their shared living space, it became clear that they were still in the process of getting to know each other. More unexpected clashes were likely to arise in the future.
Serenity had a keen eye for detail and had already organized the menu for the day, even listing the necessary ingredients. With a shopping list ready, gathering the items would be a straightforward task.
They held a strong admiration for Serenity’s approach to life.
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