I really wanted to treat Ethan to a meal, but I didn’t have enough money in my account. I
couldn’t exactly invite him to 7–Eleven, could I?
Back home, I flopped onto the bed and rolled around, feeling inexplicably sweet. I
clutched my chest, trying to calm myself down: “Lily, don’t overthink this. He probably just
gave you a ride home because you’re old classmates. Don’t let your imagination run wild!”
After repeating this to myself three times, I felt more composed and started making
dinner.
My cooking skills are actually quite good, as I had taken classes before.
I made a pot of vegetable soup and a fried egg, plated it nicely, and was about to take a photo for Instagram.
That’s when I noticed a friend request, the name: Ethan Gray.
I accepted it and opened his Instagram. He had quite a few posts. The most recent one was from last night, a photo of the food from our dinner, captioned: “Met the girl I’ve been
wanting to see.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Shaking my head to clear away any unwarranted thoughts, I posted the photo of my dinner with the caption: “Cooking skills put to good use.”
After dinner and dishes, I cut up a pear, watched some TV, and did some yoga before
bed.
The day was really fulfilling.
Before sleeping, I checked my phone one last time and saw a message from Ethan.
“Your cooking looks great. What do you usually have for breakfast?”
It was sent half an hour ago. I hesitated before replying: “I usually like to have pasta for breakfast, but I don’t have time, so I often just have a sandwich.”
He quickly responded: “I just got back to the country and I’m not used to the breakfast outside. Would it be okay if I pick you up in the morning and you make breakfast for me?”
He even added a cute cat emoji begging to be petted.
There’s no direct bus from here and I need to transfer. If it’s on his way, that would be
perfect.
I tried to be a bit reserved: “Sure, but my breakfast cooking is just average. Do you have
any dietary restrictions?”
Ethan replied immediately: “I’m easy to feed. I eat anything.”
Reading his message, I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t as unapproachable as I thought. He was quite easy to get along with, just like in high school.
The next morning, I put in extra effort. I ground fresh coffee and made fresh
sandwiches.
Ethan didn’t come empty–handed. He brought a bouquet of lilies that looked beautiful
on the dining table.
He wasn’t lying about being easy to feed. He ate with gusto and politely mentioned,
“Normal men have bigger appetites.”
I understood and nodded, “Okay, I’ll make more tomorrow.”
I had indeed underestimated his appetite.
Jack was always picky and ate very little, usually just taking a couple of bites of
everything.
But Ethan not only finished everything, he even said it was the best sandwich he’d ever
had.
When he found out I had ground the coffee fresh that morning, he apologetically said that next time I didn’t need to go to so much trouble, just boiling an egg would be fine.
Watching him eat was very satisfying.
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