As Aiden poured the soup with the ladle, he couldn't help but notice the intensity of Serena's gaze, her eyes tracking every movement he made. The sensation of being watched so closely caused his concentration to waver, and for a moment, he almost spilled the scalding soup onto his hand. Luckily, before disaster could strike, Serena's voice broke through his distraction, her tone light yet laced with concern. "Do you hate your hand or something?"
Aiden blinked, momentarily confused, as he carefully set the hot pot down on the countertop, turning his attention fully to her. "What?"
"Well, earlier, you managed to hurt yourself so badly that your poor hand was out of commission for days on end. And now, it looks like you've gone and hurt yourself again because your knuckles are all bruised and swollen. Plus, just now, you were about to pour boiling soup all over your hand. So, tell me, what's got you so distracted?"
