“Can you cook?” He looked down in embarrassment.
“What?” I look up in surprise.
“I mean,” he nervously chuckled, “if you can cook, all you need to do is set the gas on. I have ingredients—”
“You want me to cook?”
To say I was shocked, will be an understatement.
His words left me frozen on the spot, and unable to do anything besides opening and closing my mouth in quick succession.
“I don't mean it like that. If you can—”
“Of course,” I smiled at him. “Where is your kitchen?”
And that was when I noticed something. I just came into his house and didn't check it out.
Well, you can blame that on the Beta whose handsome demeanor completely blinded me.
“There.” He points to the door by his right, “the things you need, and those you might have a need for, are right there. All you have
