Jury enjoys the food he prepares with his heart. The crispness of the toast mixed with the cheeseball's sweetness causes Jury to feel fluffy inside her chest. She feels the warmth of his cooking in her chest. Jury’s heart palpitates when she sees Anthony smiling at her as he sits across her. “How was it? Is it good?” he grins. “I hope you said it was good. I know it’s simple cooking but I know you’re into bread”. “It’s pretty good” Jury blushes. “You’re a great cook, I can taste your passion and warm food in your food”. Jury gasps when she realized she just gave him high praise without her knowing. She turns her head away from Anthony, avoiding eye contact with the confident Anthony. He merely smirks at Jury’s flushed expression, as if he understands what Jury is trying to hide. Surely,

