Ryo leaned back, watching Emi work her magic in the kitchen. Her cheeks were pink with concentration, and her hands moved with precision as she chopped vegetables, her eyes narrowing as she remembered every technique she'd learned from Hana. There was something about watching her cook that made Ryo feel warm, a feeling he tried not to analyze too closely.
She was wearing a short and oversized t-shirt as she got more comfortable with Ryo, that she didn't even bother to wear fancy stuff. She just started to get comfortable around him, but that didn't stop Ryo from stealing glance at Emi's figure which he would like to remember forever in his memory.
Emi glanced at him and gave a small smile, a hint of shyness in her expression.
"I hope you're ready to eat the greatest meal, Ryo," she said, stirring a pot with practiced ease. "I've been trying these recipes all week. Don't hold back if you don't like it, okay?"
