“Who would have thought that you could cook!” I exclaimed with a mouth full of chicken and cheese pasta.
“I mean..damn,” I mumbled and stared at the meal in front of me.
I could feel Tristan staring at me as I ate the tasty food he had cooked. I was honestly too hungry to care what I looked like.
“This is really good,” I said after swallowing a mouthful of food. “Can you please teach me how to make it, one day?”
I found it a little hard to converse normally with Tristan. We have never had a proper conversation before, and it was still unknown to me what he liked to talk about.
I twirled some cheesy pasta around my fork and glanced up to look at Tristan. He was leaning casually against the counter by the skin and I was on the other side of the island. His arms were both side of his wai
