Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway - -vrbangers-

"I wasn't going that far."

By the time the sun bled orange through the canopy, she was sitting on his porch, barefoot, a glass of something dark and smoky in her hand. Leo cooked with his back to her, the cast-iron hissing, the scent of garlic and thyme cutting through the jungle's wet-earth sweetness. He didn't try to fill the space with words. Neither did she. -VRBangers- Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway

He looked up.

"I prefer my vegetables with some aggression. Roasted. Maybe charred." "I wasn't going that far