Alyssa knew a stubborn red back home. It was no wonder she got a long with Jack. She was reminded of Cole, in some respects.
Figuring Jack would be in the kitchen, Alyssa headed there first. Bag in hand, she couldn't help smiling when she saw him. "What's supposed to be in what?" She voiced, making her way to the counter and placing her bag on the chair in front of it. "Are you cooking?"