"Sorry if I sound like I'm bossing you around, E—" Axel's voice faded when Evelyn spun her head around and shot him a glare. The kind of glare that could slap a person.
He smiles at her to help cheer her up. But he failed. Of course.
"Can you stop talking to me? I'll cook for you, alright." She warned him.
Then, she yanked open the cupboard and pulled out two packs of instant noodles like they were her secret weapons. She held them up dramatically to show him.
"Axel, please behave in your seat. I will cook the delicious noodles for you. I hope you didn't complain...Thank you!"
Axel leaned back on the sofa, his voice calm, yet threaded with quiet amusement.
"That's awesome, Evelyn. I'll eat whatever you make."
"Spicy or not?" she asked again, cracking an egg into the pot with more force than necessary.
