Zanthe, sans button down shirt and with freshly washed hands, appeared in the kitchen while Ray was making breakfast, and sat down when he motioned. "Impressive," she said, taking a minute to nonchalantly observe Ray's cooking. She let another small smile flash on her face, this one slightly bittersweet as her eyes got a misty quality to them. "I... It's really been quite a while since I've had anything this complex for breakfast..."
(I'm actually writing a story in a class, and I'm considering secretly making Zanthe the narrator/protagonist. It's told in second person, which means that the main character is telling the story.)
Mr. Sawhit looks on.