"Z-Zamian, w-we're cooking. Let's finish this," Mira finally found her voice, a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in her chest.
Zamian pulled away slowly, almost reluctantly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he regarded her.
"Continue with the fruits," she instructed, doing her best to focus on the task at hand, fighting the urge to glance in his direction. She needed to concentrate, to avoid any distractions as she resumed chopping and preparing the ingredients.
Mira decided to prepare something simple yet delicious: herb-crusted chicken with roasted vegetables. It was a recipe she loved, and she felt it would be perfect for their special evening.
"Done," she heard Zamian say as he turned to her. Mira smiled, glancing over at the plate filled with an array of colorful fruits he had arranged. He was impressively quick to learn, and she couldn't help but admire his efficiency.
