Hidden Intentions

"Feeling hungry? I'll whip up a midnight snack for you," Hazel asked warmly.

She knew he must have been working late to return at this hour.

"If you're hungry, we could go grab something to eat," Tristan suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Hazel arched an intrigued eyebrow. "Restaurant food can't match the health and hygiene of homemade. Why don't you freshen up, and I'll prepare a chicken stew for you