She gave a small smile and walked over, taking a seat. We began to eat in silence, the only sounds the clink of chopsticks and the occasional sip of soup. The food was good, comforting in its familiarity, but there was an undercurrent of tension that neither of us could ignore.
After a few minutes, Yura broke the silence. "You know," she said, a playful glint in her eye, "I've always thought there's something incredibly attractive about a woman who can cook like this."
I looked up, surprised by her sudden change in tone. "Oh really?" I replied, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were just in it for my sparkling personality."
She chuckled, the sound light and teasing. "Your personality is definitely a big part of it. But watching you in the kitchen, so focused and skillful… it's quite a sight."
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad you appreciate it."
