Olive permitted.
"Sure."
Valentine entered barefoot and shut the door behind him. With his hands resting behind his back, he took a step towards Olive and stood next to him.
He then said, "I never thought you could cook."
Olive glanced at him. "You had only known me for a day."
He was dressed in casual wear while wearing an apron above it. His hair was tied up in a high bun and rolled to make a donut-like style.
"Ahem! You mean two days." Valentine's finger was over his mouth while he peeked at what he was making.
"What are you cooking?"
Olive skillfully chopped the onions into pieces. "Onion soup."
Onion soup? For some reason, Valentine was not a fan of onion soup, but he could do with it, depending on what it was served with.
