'He knows how to cook?'
Max held a small plate of scrambled eggs and toast as he walked out of the kitchen.
Just then noticing the pair of surprised eyes focused on him, he momentarily stopped to glance at Talia who was in a pink baggy shirt that reached her knees.
There was a brief silence, and Max realizing how he seemed from Talia's perspective decided to clear things up, while also raising the plate in his hand slightly.
"…Your Mom said I should treat here like my second home." he said.
"Oh…" feeling awkward, Talia almost stuttered but managed to compose herself, nodding in response as she watched him sit.
"-I left yours on the countertop."
Max's voice lingered in the air, causing her to freeze with a stunned expression and doubt that she had misheard.
One, two, three… five seconds passed.
Realizing Max wasn't going to repeat himself.
"--Thanks."
Talia whispered meekly, her cheeks a little bit flushed as she headed towards the kitchen.
