---POV Emilia---
I shot my eyes at his and shook my head. “No! I’m just…I used to make food a lot when I was younger. It made me feel at ease instead of the pressure of being a prodigy. I know that sounds stuck up, but I didn’t ask to be a prodigy either. I just enjoy cooking and I have enjoyed it since I was nine.” I said hurriedly.
He walks up and leans on the counter folding his arms. At this point, I had the luxury of looking him over. He was in a light grey shirt, dark navy jeans and high-top shoes. He had a worn black bag slung over his shoulder and it seemed much smaller than his torso. Well, everything seemed to be much smaller than his monstrous form. Including me. “So, you made this for dinner?” He asked with minimal to no emotion. It kind of caught me off guard. He seems to b
