"You'll know everything when the time is right."
"What?! Seriously? Are you even my friend?"
"Of course I am! And I'll even cook for you later."
"Really?!"
Nicky's eyes lit up with excitement. As a self-proclaimed foodie, she had always adored Amari's cooking—not just because it was delicious, but because it rivaled that of a professional chef. Whenever Amari cooked, it felt like dining at a five-star restaurant.
"Of course I'm serious," Amari replied with a light chuckle.
"Okay then! I want braised pork, lion's head meatballs, sweet and sour fish..." Nicky rattled off her requests enthusiastically, not wasting a second.
Amari's brow furrowed in disbelief as Nicky went on to name at least eight more dishes in a single breath.
"Are you even sure you can finish all of that?"
"Obviously! I've got a big appetite, remember?"
Amari sighed, half-laughing, half-resigned. "Fine. Whatever you want."