"But I don't understand why a girl would think that when a guy asks them to dinner, they automatically think we're interested in them," I added.
"Because, that's what a guy usually does," she said with a twisted face.
"But sorry to say, I'm not that kind of guy. All I think was just you're a kind girl and all I want to try to cook for you that'd help me, not taking advantage of you. A flirting? That's no way. It's not wrong right if I like to show my gratitude, maybe as a new friend? You can think like that better," I said.
She stood there and stared at me while she chewed on her bottom lip as she was trying to figure me out.
"Alright then, I'll have dinner with you," She accepted.
"Auw. Thank you. So dinner at my house?"
"Sounds good to me. Maybe I can help you to cook," She said.
"No way. I'll cook for you. Remember, it's my gratitude toward you," I denied her idea to help.
