"What are you doing at my place this late?" Sophie opened the door, her face set in the usual expression of disdain and impatience as she looked at the handsome boy standing at her doorstep.
Sam met her gaze with his usual smile.
"I'm here for the bet, to cook for you."
"I told you last time, there's no bet anymore, we're even... and you didn't even bring any groceries, what are you going to cook?!"
She had her lines well-prepared.
But when Sophie noticed that Sam's hands were empty, and there were no food supplies left in her house, her composure crumbled.
Was he seriously thinking about ordering takeout at her place?
What a joke! It's so late, all the good takeout places are closed!
Sam looked puzzled, sensing something off in her questioning.
"Ah... it's too late, there weren't any fresh ingredients to buy, so I just came over..."
