Her days continued like that, Kagome stopping at the café every other day now. She didn't even eat there half the time, but Sesshoumaru always had something to offer, whether it be a new recipe or story.
So much had happened since the final battle, and she'd wanted to know everything. Inuyasha had filled her in on the significant details, but he usually skimmed over the parts he didn't think were necessary.
Sesshoumaru had a knack for storytelling, painting a picture with words alone. It was little wonder he'd ended up in such a creative profession.
It gave her something to look forward to, to lift her spirits after being in surgery for hours on end, and though the texts were nice, she preferred hearing the tales in person.
Turning the corner to the hospital, Kagome glanced at the package in her backpack, doing one last check to make sure she hadn't forgotten it. It had been six months since she'd first entered his café, and she wanted to thank him for everything he'd done. He'd probably wave her off and say it was part of his job, but she hadn't been able to resist when she'd come across someone online who did customized aprons and other kitchenware.
He may not actively work in his high-end restaurants anymore, but he wouldn't say no to some new chef whites, right?
She sent him a quick text, confirming she'd see him after her shift, then headed toward the elevator.
It was going to be a good day.