Chapter 78

The food Adrian prepared his surprisingly okay, for someone who is so clumsy and inexperienced in the kitchen.

I released him from my earlier hug with a peck on his forehead, and a ruffle in his hair. I find I made it a bit messier than it was even before my hands got in there, I smile and am oddly satisfied by the fact.

Adrian simply chuckled, and looked at me fascinated by how I seemed to have carried out such a brave act without cringing or showing any sign of discomfort.

I figure out if we are going to keep on living together for the next seven weeks, then it is best I probably get comfortable around him. I won't say that is the only reason I had hugged Adrian, because that would just be pure lying.

I hugged him because I wanted to, and because it felt too good. For someone so tough, he's really comfortable and I have to snap my fingers in front of him to let him come back to his senses and continue cooking whatever he's cooking.

It turns out it was the simplest thing to cook, and yet even that, he had managed to ruin it a little bit.

"You know, you could have told me to come cook the noodles" I tell him a few minutes later, after we had settled onto the couches, and there was a hot steaming plate of food in front of us both.

It seems this is how I'll keep on living right now. Just in this moment.

It seems it is just this moment that it has caught my attention that people do not actually request for food that much when we are in the general dining area. They don't really eat that much there, except for taking little drinks and pastries here and there, and I'm guessing even that isn't safe.

I do not know if it will be made compulsory that we have to endure the sort of mental torture that goes on in that place, or if I will simply decide to be waking up a bit earlier the next few days, so I can prepare breakfast and have Adrian wake up to a nice meal.

It seems his face erupts in a blush at my statement, and he scratches the back of his head nervously.

"I had thought you making noodles would bring back some memories..." he says, and in spite of myself I feel my face melting. Why is this guy just so caring, even I who was currently experiencing the heartbreak, I had not thought of it this far, and I didn't think that making noodles or just thinking of it, would bring back memories of a stupid worthless guy who only sought to use me to advance his own purpose.

I have never tought that just being in close proximity to a bowl of noodles, or just perceiving the scent will make memories I had wanted to keep away come rushing back.

I acknowledge the pain is there, even though I so desperately do not want it to be.

"Next time let me do the cooking" I say "and thank you". The smile he gives me is thankful and warm.

I have a feeling I'm going to like this relationship very much.