The packaging itself was elegant, as if it belonged in a high-end bakery window display.
"Of course he'd pick the fanciest desserts," she murmured, peeling back the wrapping.
Tiramisu in hand, she walked back to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh.
The rich aroma of coffee and cream wafted up from the dessert, and she couldn't help but smile as she took her first bite.
God, this is amazing, she thought, savoring the perfect balance of flavors.
For a brief moment, she forgot about everything—her phone mishap, Niklaus's puzzling outfit change, and even the stress of her day.
All that mattered was the tiramisu melting in her mouth.
As she leaned back against the couch, her gaze drifted to the blank wall again.
The lack of a TV was glaringly obvious now. "Well," she muttered, "it's just you and me, phone."
She picked up her device and opened a random video app, determined to enjoy the rest of her evening.
