Natsumi PoV
Manato skillfully fished them out the noodles with a long bamboo strainer, dividing them between two large ceramic bowls. He then ladled a steaming, fragrant broth over the noodles, topping them with thinly sliced beef, scallions.
I couldn't help but admire him. He wasn't a nobleman, but a commoner who worked hard, who had a passion for what he did. A good-looking confident man.
The man chuckled. "Stop staring so intensely, my lady. You'll make me nervous."
My face flushed. "I was not staring."
He flashed me that annoying smirk of his. "You were. You look at me like you're studying a piece of art."
I crossed my arms. "Hmph. Don't flatter yourself."
He leaned close. "I think I like it when you blush."
I looked away. This idiot... he always did this. Pushed my buttons until I was a flustered mess. And yet, I kept coming back.
I then glanced at Kazuo. He seemed to be enjoying the show, but also had a confused look on his face.
