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I approached the door and opened it.

"Aki? Weren't you having dinner out?"

"I never said that," she answered. "May I come in?"

"Sure," I stuttered. "Sorry for the mess, you didn't tell me you were coming."

"Because I wanted to see the real you. This is nothing compared to my apartment."

"True."

She slapped my shoulder. "Don't get too cocky. I might find your secret stash."

"I don't have one."

"Sure. I'll believe you."

I shook my head with a smile. "Do you have plans for tonight?"

"I do, actually."

Slowly, she rested her body on my chest while staring at me with a devious smirk. She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved her face closer to mine before shouting.

"Cook for me!"

I let out a long sigh. "You always do this to me."

"And it's always funny."

"Do you really want me to cook for you? It's been a while since I’ve cooked and I only know basic recipes. I'd like to give you something better."