In the evening at Sibyl's apartment, the scene was one of unexpected delight. Sibyl stood by the kitchen counter with freshly prepared dishes, while Keshton stood by the small dining table with a large box of food in his hands. “I didn't know you were bringing food,” Sibyl said, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion. “And I didn't know you could cook,” Keshton replied, eyeing the bowls in her hand with great surprise. They looked at each other in silence, their surprise hanging in the air for a moment before they broke into a fit of laughter. The realization that they had both wanted to surprise each other had led to this amusing situation. “I guess we have plenty of food now,” Keshton chuckled, setting the box down on the table. Sibyl nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What d
