Clara looked stunned at the back of the young man who was now turning his back from her, busy with his cooking, which he was cooking for breakfast this morning.
"It turns out that if only look at your back, you are still handsome in my eyes ... aish what are you saying Clara," said Clara in her mind cursing herself and reflexively smacked her mouth softly.
She didn't expect herself to think silly things like that, even though in the past she wasn't too interested in men trying to get close to her.
Mr. K, who had just turned around, served his food on the plate in front of Clara, immediately looked at Clara in confusion.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you slap your mouth?" asked Mr. K.
Clara quickly withdrew her hand and shook her head.
Mr. K, who saw her, can only shrug his shoulders weakly.
After that, Mr. K fixed the dishes he had cooked for him and Clara.
