Leo walked into the kitchen, and once again… he froze in surprise.
The sheer number of plates stacked neatly in the racks, the rows of shiny utensils, and the spotless counters—it all screamed of a house way above his league. It was like walking into the kitchen of a seven-star hotel.
"Is her parents also the type who don't come home, like Valra's?" Leo muttered under his breath, scratching his head. Still, he pulled open cupboards and drawers, checking for what he needed.
Everything was there. Absolutely everything.
Vegetables, rice, even husk powder…
"Man, even the spice jars are lined up in alphabetical order," he muttered with a small whistle.
Shaking his head, he grabbed a pan and started preparing something simple. Water hissed softly as he poured it in, tossing in chopped vegetables. Steam curled up into the air, fogging his glasses slightly.
That was when—
"S-Senior…"
Leo turned his head.
