Lockwood lounged in the kitchen, his lanky frame sprawled across an armchair. His gaze was fixed on a dusty old tome, its pages yellowed with age. The rhythmic sound of a spoon clinking against the metal bowl filled the room, a symphony to the senses.
Valentina stood at the kitchen counter, her slender fingers expertly mixing together the ingredients for cookie dough. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she carefully added chocolate chips, her movements precise and quick. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of baking, mingling with the earthy scent of the old book.
'Lockwood, you know you're not allowed near the stove,' George's voice floated in from the doorway, accompanied by the faint squeak of his glasses. His glasses were slightly askew, adding a touch of dishevelment to his otherwise neat appearance.
Lockwood chuckled without looking up from his book. 'Relax, George. I'm just here for the entertainment. And the cookies, of course.'
Valentina shot George a teasing grin and swatted at his hand with the spoon. 'Piss off, George. They'll be ready soon enough.'
George wandered over to the kitchen counter, curiosity sparking in his eyes. He peered into the bowl and swiped a bit of dough, popping it into his mouth. A satisfied hum slipped past his lips as he nodded in approval.
'Not bad, Valentina. Looks like we might actually have edible cookies this time.' George settled into a chair, picking up a stack of papers and spreading them out in front of him. The sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the room, adding a rhythmic counterpoint to the symphony of the kitchen.
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ghost hunter
FanfictionValentina x Lockwood In a London ravaged by a ghost pandemic, Lockwood & Co. takes on a new recruit, Valentina, a resourceful homeless girl they've rescued from the streets. As she joins the agency, Valentina and Lockwood grow closer, their bond ign...
