At that moment, Rachel sat stiffly at the dining table, staring at the three simple dishes and a soup that had just been placed in front of her. The food was still steaming, but the presentation was… mediocre at best, nothing like the work of a professional chef.
"This is what I made for you.Give it a try," he said, as if sensing her silent judgment.
She was slightly taken aback. He could actually… cook?
"Remember that time you tried to make me dinner in your tiny apartment? Now it's my turn to cook for you. Isn't that nice?" he continued, his captivating eyes sparkling as he looked at her. It was as if they had never broken up, as if none of those painful, bitter memories between them had ever happened.
It felt like they had been violently thrown back into the warmest, most intimate moments of their past relationship.
