He saw Amelia standing behind the dining table, which was adorned with an array of delicious food.
Liam walked towards her, his eyes fixated on the mouthwatering spread on the table.
"Did you order all this?" Liam questioned, his face lighting up with a bright smile as he admired the spaghetti and fried chicken on the side.
"No, I cooked it," Amelia responded, her own smile beaming across her face.
Liam turned to look at her, his smile fading slightly.
"You cooked?" Liam groaned, walking towards the kitchen, but he was surprised to find everything clean and in order.
"Wow, I'm relieved to see the kitchen still intact," Liam sighed with a sense of relief.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amelia whined, feeling a little hurt.
"Nothing, let's eat," Liam grinned, taking a seat at the ta
