Her poison, His antidote
"Let me get you something. I could make some soup that might help."
Without another word, he quickly got up and headed into the kitchen, leaving me to rest on the couch. Soon I heard the clatter of pots and pans as he rummaged through the kitchen, and the aroma of simmering broth soon wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation
A few minutes later, Alex emerged with a steaming bowl of soup, the savory smell filling the room. "Here you go," he said, handing me the bowl. "My mom's secret hangover cure. It's guaranteed to make you feel better."
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