C17 Seventeen

Zoey's POV

The beautiful aroma of Parmesan cheese mixed with parsley leaves envelopes my nostrils as soon as I step through the glass doors.

My face practically lights up like the Christmas lights at the Timesquare. I sprint my way to the source of the ameliorative smell.

Since Chris' hand and mine are still intertwined, as I sprint, I drag him along with me. He looks so young