"Come, let's eat." He gestured for me to come close.
"Who made the food? Did you order it?" I frown at him as I walked closer to the bed.
"I made it," Sly said as he looked everywhere but at me.
"You cooked the food?" I close the distance between us, "you were the one who made the food?"
I asked once more, to be sure of what I'm hearing.
"I did. You need to eat, seeing as you've not eaten since yesterday afternoon. I can't let you go hungry, can I?"
"You are a darling." I tightly hugged him as my eyes got teary.
Who will stay angry with someone like Sly, for long?
I bet, you can't.
"It's okay. Let's eat."
"Not with you smelling like alcohol," I sat on the bed, and faced the food.
The tantalizing smell of the food was mouth-watering enough, it caused me to salivate.
"I'm not—" Sly sniffed his armpits, "I'm indeed smelling."
