If he made that meal himself, then, I don't think there was no reason for me not to compromise.
Well, that was good enough for me to return to my room after a shrug that showed I no longer cared. When I closed the door of my room behind me, I glanced back at the closed door and I could not hold back a groan.
I need to learn how to cook, urgently. Okay, maybe I was only overthinking since this was only for a few days, right? I will go back home where I will get to eat all I desire and not bother about how they were made.
That was what I almost could not wait to see. It was annoying and I should find hope in this darkness. That was what I did.
I have to say it was not a bad idea at all to let him stay in the house with me. when I woke up the following morning and went to the room, the aroma that made me hasten my footstep to the kitchen, had my stomach growling even after the feast I ate last night.
