"How does it taste? Good?" Stuart asked, a mix of curiosity, nervousness, and uncertainty lacing his voice as he watched Berry take a bite of the food he cooked. He almost looked like a student watching his teacher grade his test paper and expecting an A-plus.
Berry chewed slowly, letting the taste of the food grace his tongue and taste buds. Truth be told, he didn't care how the food tasted; heck, Stuart could pack up stones in a bowl and this lovestruck guy would eat it with a smile. But seeing Stuart like this, waiting for his answer, he couldn't help but want to tease him a bit.
He dropped the spoon with a thoughtful expression, and his forehead creased. "Who do you want an answer from? Your boyfriend or a Michelin star chef?"
Stuart shrugged, barely interested in who the answer came from. As long as it was from Berry, he would take it. "Whatever you want," he said.
