SCARLET'S POV.
I lounged on the plush couch in his living room, patiently waiting for him to prepare the dish.
After a few minutes, he presented it on the table—a plate of noodles, more appetizing than any I had ever made in my entire life and I hate to admit it but I'm left with no choice but to.
The aroma wafted temptingly, teasing my senses as he placed it before me. I couldn't wait to dive in and savor every bite.
I guessed he opted for noodles due to time constraints but either way it was what I needed the most.
"Enjoy your meal!" he said, heading back to the kitchen.
I didn't ask him to join me; the delicious scent suggested I might devour it all by myself without needing any help whatsoever.
I dug in eagerly, reaching halfway before I reached for the bottle of water he'd placed beside me. With one gulp, I finished it all, releasing a relieved sigh.
