In front of a spread of lunch boxes that filled the table, Cesare fell silent.
He wasn’t even a top star, yet Zahir was making a big fuss.
He certainly had a different vibe from the other fans Cesare had encountered.
Zahir, seemingly embarrassed, avoided Cesare’s gaze, only to look back again in a repeated dance of eye contact.
Eventually, shaking off his awkwardness, he lit up with excitement in his dark eyes and chattered away, unasked.
「Don’t be surprised. I made this myself. You have no idea how much trouble I went through to get the recipe from our chef. Plus, I really practiced hard at home.」
Cesare almost laughed at the thought of the prince idly practicing cooking at home, but his mood quickly soured at the sight of the meticulously prepared lunch boxes laid out before him, failing to maintain a pleasant expression.
Zahir, not noticing Cesare’s state at first, began to sneak peeks after finishing his monologue.
「Cesare...?」
「Do you like me?」
Cesare suddenly asked.
