[SKYLINE PLAZA: Finn's]
The second Nina stepped foot into the mansion, she took in the enormous space. Unlike the place she was used to, this one was ten times larger. After all, her apartment was only the size of this large living room.
Considering Nina had lived in a mansion as a child, she should have been used to it. But alas, part of her wasn't used to it anymore. Or rather, she wasn't used to living in a place that wasn't under her control.
"Finn?" she called, pushing away her fleeting thoughts. Her brows rose as she sniffed, following the scent until she reached the kitchen.
There, inside the kitchen, was Finn. The corner of her lips curled as her eyes softened, watching him work. That white apron he was wearing surely looked good on him.
Leaning against the entrance, Nina watched him in amusement. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him work in the kitchen, but despite the countless times, it never got old. It reminded her of Jessa. Jessa, after all, didn't like cooking.
