[Adrian's POV]
Adrian chew the cold chicken meat and forced it down to his throat along with the feeling of unappreciated effort. Johan was right, though. It didn't taste bad, but he was sure it didn't taste better than the takeout food from his ex-boyfriend.
Johan sat like an expressionless statue beside him, only showing the tiniest smile when he's scrolling through his phone, or when he's putting food in his mouth, savoring the flavored rice as if it's some heaven-scent meal, while the portion of home-cooked meal he'd give him left barely touched. Putting down his utensils, Johan turned to him. "What?"
