Blair’s POV:
“Smells good.” I said. Complimenting his cooking skills, or rather making small talk just to get rid of the tension around us and to calm the hell out of me. Yet it was a waste of time, and did its job. My heart was still beating like it wanted to jump out of my rib cage.
I caught him shrugging the back of his head as he looked down, cheeks fluttered as if a compliment from me made him nervous. Though he really does a good job in the kitchen, and no one could say otherwise.
“Err. Thanks, B.” He mutters, and pulls open the chair so I could sit on it.
I put my satchel bag on the empty chair next to me, and grabbed the utensils with both hands. He sat across from me, and pushed himself and his chair closer to the table.
“We should probably call Niana to join us,” I said.
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