Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Chop! Chop!
Linda watched carefully how Jackson speedily cut the mangoes in equal dices. He then cut the water melon very swiftly and she was simply standing, completely impressed with him. "Wow! You are so good! I cannot even hold the knife without chopping my own finger."
"Haha. Then you do not have to hold the knife. I can cook for you whenever you want." Jackson smiled happily arranging the fruits on a gigantic plate. He knew that the girl was closely watching him but he did not let his fingers stumble even a little.
"Well, you don't know how greedy I can be. What if you have to cook for me everyday?" Linda giggled, teasing the man but Jackson instead of laughing back, turned to look at the girl in much seriousness.
"I would love to cook for you every day. Bring you breakfast in bed…. serve you lunch with my own hands and then feed you dinner very gently." He spoke in a robotic tone, almost whispering to his own self.
