I inputted the key code into the keypad and opened the door. Upon entering the house, the smell of something delicious immediately assaulted my senses. Michelle must have overdone herself today. I dropped my briefcase on the table and headed towards the kitchen.
I stopped at the sight that was in front of me. Danielle was in an apron and cooking—cooking, not microwaving. I waited in silence for her to notice me and watched as all her attention was on the pot on the gas.
I cleared my throat, and she rounded on me, gripping the spatula in her right hand and her left hand holding her chest. "Geez. You startled me." She complained when she saw me.
"What are you making? It smells good." I asked, moving closer to her and looking into the pot.
"Beef Bourguignon. I asked my mom for her recipe. I hope it turns out well. When did you arrive? I didn't hear you come in." She asked me.
I went to sit down. "A few minutes ago. The scent brought me here. I'm sure it will taste amazing."
