Let me guess, you don't know how to cook?" arriving back at the unit, he helped me with the groceries—placing everything on his pantry and fridge while I started placing all my ingredients on the kitchen island.
"I'm a pilot, Jiana. I eat outside, what do you expect?" he retorted bluntly.
I laughed, thinking that as far as I can remember, he's already living alone since high school. His answer just now doesn't make any sense; he could've learned to even cook during his teenage years! And what's more surprising was how he managed to get used to eat 'outside' and not manage to at least cook for himself.
"Well, yeah? It's not like you have duty twenty-for seven. You come here at least maybe once a week," I settled the bottle of olive oil aside to face him. "How did you manage to live on your own without knowing that, anyway?"
He stared at me for a good ten seconds. "Okay, okay. I know how to cook somehow. But most of the time, I have a cook,"
