After adjusting his body posture, Blake stood in front of the kitchen and pulled over a chair. Suddenly, Blake, who had raised his head, looked at this side worriedly. The gaze didn't suddenly shift away but overlapped. When I wanted to pick up the newspaper on the counter, my hand became flustered.
"Ben, are you not feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Really? That's good. I was worried that I might have made you force yourself too much."
"It's okay. There is no pain anywhere."
As I said this, my cheeks clearly flushed. I felt Blake gently laugh. I was shaken by such a smile. When I picked up the newspaper that had fallen on the ground, I saw Blake's toes approaching appear in my field of vision.
"Is it okay to have bread for breakfast?"
"Um, thank you."
