Chapter 75

• Susan finally broke the silence, but it was to change the topic. “It smells amazing,” she said, gesturing to the pot of boiling water where dried spaghetti was cooking.
• “Almost ready,” Leo replied. He drained the pasta, tossing it expertly into the pan with the sauce. The strands glistened as they absorbed the vibrant mixture of tomatoes, garlic, and basil.
• Leo plated the pasta, garnishing it with a sprinkle of grated Parmesan and a final touch of basil. He handed her a plate, their fingers brushing briefly.