I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I forget to reply Alex, hearing him clear his throat snaps me out of my thoughts. “I’m sorry...you were saying?” I peer up at him. “I said I have never tasted your cooking before,” he repeats. “No...you haven’t so maybe uhm.. I should just take back the dinner invite...because I...I don’t want you to eat something that just might spoil your tongue,” I anxiously state. He stares at me with a smile on his face, I’m not quite sure if it’s a sarcastic smile or a genuine one. “I took you for a confident woman,” he mentions. “Well I am confident it’s just that uh...I...” I take a pause reason being I do not want to be brutally honest, he realises that I’m holding back. “Don’t be afraid...you can go ahead and tell me the truth,” he shoots me an easy smile. Well
