Angel still couldn't believe Ares was really going to cook for her.
She decided to fill the silence up, by looking around the kitchen.
Her first stop was the fridge. She found an apple in it, and was about to reach for it, when she paused, and closed the fridge.
Ares took notice of what had just happened.
"What's the story?" He found himself asking.
"What story?" she asked, turning around.
"Nothing, nevermind," he changed his mind, and returned to chopping.
"What's your story?" she asked.
He didn't answer, neither did he look up from what he was doing.
"I guess I'm being ignored," she said, and walked over to the mini freezer.
"Wow, is this an abattoir?" She asked, eyeing all the frozen meat she found.
"Do you prefer chicken or beef?" He asked, countering her question.
"Neither. I still don't know why you're wasting your time. I don't want to eat," she said, and closed the freezer.
