The unending race in my chest doesn't have an intention to vanish. I just follow her gaze as she is busy with her cooking.
What am I even doing? Did I really follow him when he ordered me to sit here at the counter top? I would get upset with the Solidads when they found out I was cooking for their guest. He was on his usual white fitted shirt but rather than pairing it with a casual shorts, he's wearing a sweatpants today.
"Did you have fun with your group mates today?"
You frown at giving where he is with that word.
"Hmm, they're not as bad as I thought."
"Uh-huh?"
He said sparingly as he translated what he had cooked.
"They're also happy to be with."
"Good to know that."
It seems like that's where he ends our conversation so I just kept quiet and didn't spea
