Budding Friendship
Kyle laughed, but it was a slow, low laugh rather than a straight-out laughing. It was as if he was amused at her blank face and was quite enjoying the situation.
Which, of course, he was.
He just sat there, smiling while she blinked at him.
"Ah," he suddenly said, "The congee. Hold on."
He went and lifted the lid of the pot, bending forward a bit to check its contents while stirring it with a ladle.
As she watched him, she realised what it meant by all those novels she had read before. She had thought it was utterly ridiculous then, but the proof was right in front of her.
It really was very hot to watch a guy cooking in the kitchen.
It didn't help that the guy in question was hot in the first place; it just added to his charm even more. Once she got past the veil of prejudice over her eyes, she could truly appreciate and admire the guy in front of her.