"YOU like baked cookies?"
I lazily glanced at Alexander, who was pacing in front of me with an eagerness that matched his words. He's cooking in my kitchen. Yes, inside my condo. I couldn't bring myself to kick him out because the more stubborn I am, the more stubborn he becomes.
"Okay."
His face lit up with a satisfied smile, and he headed towards the ingredients, already planning his culinary adventure.
"Soup?"
"Okay." I replied with a half-hearted nod, my eyes not leaving the random patterns on the floor.
"What about lasagna?"
"Okay." I mumbled, still lost in thought.
"Your mom was right, you eat a lot when you're having a fever. That's unique."
A teasing smile played on his lips as he observed my peculiar behavior. He approached me, a subtle charm in his every step, and gently
