Cynthia waited in the kitchen until Kaiser was done cooking she just quietly stayed on the stool watching him.
"Do you want some?" He offered, Cynthia's eyes sparkled at the offer. She was not a foodie but she kind of missed breakfast. "If you don't mind."
"Sure, it's nothing." He replied with his attention on the pot. The meal was almost done; the aroma already filled the kitchen, and it was mouth-watering. Cynthia could already start Imagining what it tastes like from the aroma on her taste buds.
She was wondering if Kaiser always cooked for himself as a hobby or if he felt like it today. The image of him wearing joggers and polo with his hair tied in a bun and standing in front of the stove was simple and elegant a scene straight from a manhwa. She could just stare at him all day. Kaiser switched off the stove and prepared two plates.