"I've been to Paris, once," Shiho says, and Shinichi has to look up from his book to find her working the coffee maker on the counter, the pleasant thrum of machinery surrounding the quiet space around them both until Shinichi hums in reply.
They stay like that for moments longer, Shinichi's chin resting on the palm of his hand as he watches her, while Shiho leans up to stretch her arm, taking out the jars of peanut butter and jam from the cupboard above.
"Would you like some?"
"Hm."
They're strangely domestic together, she and him, when Shinichi has Ran to love but defaults to this piece of pleasant obscurity anytime he's around Shiho.
Once the coffee maker stops, Shiho makes quick work of filling two cups before neatly placing Shinichi's own to his right.
"How's detective work?" she asks, arranging the slices of bread on a large plate, her back still facing him.
"Fine, as you can imagine." Shinichi smiles small when he lifts the cup, blowing away the steam to sip. "But never mind that, tell me more about Paris."
A/N: quick word. the initial chapters were written a year ago. and between each chap was at least a couple of weeks to a month until the next update so writing style will vary.