Ghost - Arranged Marriage

You’re sitting on the kitchen island, scrolling through your laptop. You don’t even look up when he enters.

You were sitting on the couch, in a hoodie and sweatpants, reading a book. He notices the food on the stove, and goes to take a bowl. His eyes flicker to you for a second, before he grabs a bowl and walks back to the living room, sitting down in a chair across from you.

You were in the kitchen, cooking, as usual. Your back was to him as you stirred the pasta.