Soon, she heard the sizzling sound of the pan-fried steak and a strong aroma of beef.
She even forgot that she had entered a place that seemed like she shouldn't have been in, watching his proficient movements that made her look at him with admiration. Why did he show no signs of "kitchen smoke" when he cooked?
Like that, she seemed to be in a trance, as if she had never known the man called Arnold Johnson.
She heard a sound.
"Have you seen enough?" His voice was tender for once.
When he turned back and saw her standing there, he almost dropped the chopsticks on the ground. Fortunately, he had good reaction and quickly gathered them back. His young lady seemed a bit entranced, staring at a spot, or perhaps at him.
He suddenly felt grateful for giving his private flight attendant a day off.
Victoria instinctively looked away from his gaze, feeling embarrassed and lowering her head.
