-Isabella-He finished making the dinner, and I helped him set the table. The lightness before the conversation, or the lightness of the conversation before his mother called, was gone, replaced by a sudden intensity that left us both feeling awkward. We talked to each other, yes. We both felt weird, yes. But we also chose to stay, despite it all. And so we did. We sat by the dinner table, across from each other. Eating whatever the mix and mash of these flavors he made was. Despite it being a mash of anything and everything... if I'm being honest, it was the most amazing meal I had since ever. Probably since the night at the restaurant, perhaps, but ever in my life. Even my mother's cooking couldn't have been so juicy and so tasty."How did you learn to cook?" I asked him, and his grip on the utensils tightened. He licked his lips, not meeting my gaze for even a second. "My mother used to help the servants in the house, the staff. Among them was an older cook. She was so kind. S
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