evan buckley ౨ৎ · Y/n story by @buckybarnesgirl

The November evening had settled over Los Angeles like a well-worn blanket, the last traces of daylight bleeding into deep blue through the kitchen window.

Maddie Buckley

glancing over her shoulder, wooden spoon in hand You don’t have to chop those so perfectly, you know. They’re just going in the pot.

Rosalie Bennett

quiet laugh, not looking up from the cutting board Old habits.

From the living room, Jee-Yun’s delighted shriek carried through the house followed by Chimney’s exaggerated oof.

Howie 'Chimney' Han

calling from the other room She got me! Your daughter just took me out at the knees, Maddie!

Maddie Buckley

Good! She’s learning!

Rosie’s knife paused for just a second. A small smile tugged at her mouth, there and gone.

Evan 'Buck' Buckley

I know, I know, I’m late—there was this thing, and then traffic, and—stops short

Buck stood in the entryway to the kitchen, keys still in his hand, his eyes landing on the woman at the counter he’d never seen before.

Evan 'Buck' Buckley

blinking Oh. Hi.

Maddie Buckley

Buck! Finally. wiping her hands on a towel This is Rosie. The one I told you about.

Evan 'Buck' Buckley

a beat, then a small, curious smile So you’re the famous Rosie.

He stepped further into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket, still watching her like he was trying to piece something together.