The next morning, Anushri awoke to the sound of plates clinking in the kitchen. Her brow furrowed in confusion; Amey rarely left his bed before she did. She shuffled out of her room, still groggy, and froze at the sight before her.Amey stood by the counter, his sleeves rolled up, awkwardly flipping a dosa that was refusing to cooperate. The batter splattered as he struggled, muttering under his breath.“Amey?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.He turned, startled. “Oh, good morning. I, uh, thought I’d try to help out. You’re always juggling everything. Figured I should contribute for a change.”She