NIRELLE
"You can let me go now," I say, my voice barely coming out. He blinks and slowly raises me so I am now standing just a bit from him. "Thank you," I murmur as I create distance between us. "Why are you here?" I ask immediately.
"Well, I heard you were cooking," he said as if I had committed the gravest of sins ever to exist. He seems to be moving on quickly, unaware of the effect he had just had on me. I don't know what it is, but it is unfamiliar to me, and I am not sure I like it.
"Yes, I woke up early and did not know what else to do, so I just decided to prepare a meal for everyone to show my appreciation."
"You don't have to do that." I don't know if he is telling me to warn me or if it's a concern in his voice.
"The staff made it very clear, but if I do not cook, then wha
