Mia sat opposite Yohan at the small dining table, her fork moving absentmindedly through the food. She couldn't bring herself to eat, her eyes drifting toward him every few moments as he ate in silence.
'What is he planning on doing?'
During this process she got to notice just how good-looking Yohan was. He wasn't just good looking but he was also manly and always in control. Not to talk of the mysterious aura he carried, there was just something interesting about him.
Yohan took a spoon of chicken sauce, then the rice, "Mia you were right, you really are a great cook,"
His compliment made her blush, "Thank you, I was scared it wouldn't turn out great,"
He gave her a thumbs up, "I'm telling you it's just perfect, where'd you learn to cook so well?"
"I never really learnt. I just started cooking at a very early age, then I actually enjoy cooking so maybe that's why,"
"maybe I should be coming around more often so I taste your amazing cooking," he chuckled.
