Dunking a sugar cookie into her hot chocolate, Tess couldn’t help but smile. It was a real smile, too, brought on by something incredibly simplistic. It reminded her a little bit of home. She nibbled at the edge of the cookie and leaned against the kitchen counter. She was grateful for moments like this.
“Yeah, they’re for everyone. I figured a good way to pay others back for their kindness was to appeal to their sweet tooth.” She smiled, reaching over to grab a mug for the other woman. “I can heat it up if you’d like. I’m speedier than a microwave.” Even her smaller talents were useful, it seemed.
“I’m Tess, by the way. I don’t think I’ve really met you.”