Chapter 8: Amy House

Author here sorry i can't make the chapter longer, i have my reason

so until 3 month, the update will be random.

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Chapter 8

sensation of refreshment. The sun cast its warm rays, illuminating the picturesque village and painting the surroundings with vibrant colors. As Bell strolled along the road, he couldn't help but admire the simplicity and beauty of his surroundings. The peaceful ambiance was occasionally interrupted by the gentle rustling of leaves and the melodic chirping of birds. The wind, in its gentle embrace, caressed his face, carrying a delightful hint of floral fragrances from nearby gardens. With each step, Bell felt a sense of tranquility and a connection to nature. The village's charm emanated from every corner, as friendly faces greeted him along the way. As he continued his leisurely walk, Bell couldn't help but appreciate the harmonious coexistence between the villagers and their serene environment. It was moments like these that reminded him of the simple joys in life and the profound beauty found in the most ordinary of moments.

" I need to find Amy's house. Grandma told me that her house is next to a family restaurant."

With determination in his eyes, Bell embarked on his quest to find Amy's house. He vividly remembered his grandmother's instructions, stating that her house was located next to a family restaurant. As he gazed up at the sky, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Bell felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. Without wasting another second, he began to run towards the designated place.

As he sprinted through the village, Bell's excitement propelled him forward. The familiar sights and sounds of the village became a blur as he focused solely on his mission. He navigated through narrow streets and winding pathways, occasionally glancing at the street signs to ensure he was on the right track.

After a few minutes of swift and determined running, Bell finally arrived at the bustling area where the family restaurant stood. With a quick scan of the surroundings, his eyes fell upon a charming house nestled conveniently next to the eatery. It was adorned with a vibrant garden.

Bell slowed down his pace, catching his breath. He approached the house. Taking a deep breath, Bell reached out and knocked on the door.

"COMING" a sound came inside the house.

The door is opened As Bell stepped inside, he was greeted by Amy, a girl who exuded a youthful charm. Her brown bob haircut, accentuated by a yellow hairpin, framed her face perfectly. She wore a simple yet stylish white T-shirt with short sleeves, paired with comfortable short pants. A warm smile spread across her face as she looked at Bell.

"Bell, you came!" Amy exclaimed with genuine happiness. "Come on in."

Bell entered her house, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort enveloping him. He handed Amy the picnic basket he had prepared earlier that morning.

"Ah, yes. Also, please accept this. I made it in the morning," Bell said, a hint of pride evident in his voice.

Amy's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the gift. "Ara, thank you, Bell. Is it a gift? What did you make in the morning?"

With a happy expression, Bell replied, "You can think of it that way. I made breakfast this morning, and this is a leftover from it."

Amy was momentarily stunned, unable to hide her surprise. The notion of male cooking seemed unusual to her, as societal stereotypes often dictated that cooking was predominantly a female domain. Her curiosity piqued, Amy admired Bell's effort and expressed her appreciation. The unexpected gesture sparked a sense of intrigue and admiration within her.

Amy's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but ask, "You made it? Or was it your grandma?"

Bell's chest swelled with pride as he responded, "Yes, I made it, and Grandma said it was delicious."

Amy, noticing Bell's excitement, quickly reassured him, "Alright, calm down, Bell. I was just asking."

Inside her mind, Amy couldn't help but find Bell's culinary skills intriguing. It was not something she was accustomed to seeing, as societal expectations often dictated that cooking was primarily a female task.

'Bell, you're interesting,' Amy thought to herself. 'Usually, men don't cook, and here I am witnessing a handmade meal from a boy.'

"Please wait here, Bell. I want to put this in the kitchen," Amy said, motioning towards the picnic basket.

"Okey," Bell replied, making himself comfortable on the sofa and humming a tune while he waited.

A few moments later, Amy returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a pot of tea and a plate of cookies. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air, accompanied by the sweet scent of the cookies.

Amy placed the tray on the coffee table between them, inviting Bell to indulge in the treats she had prepared. As they sat together, sipping tea and enjoying the delightful cookies, a comfortable silence enveloped them.

"So, what brings you here, Bell? Of course, you're not just here to give me food," Amy broke the silence, curiosity lacing her words.

Bell, momentarily lost in his thoughts, snapped back to the conversation. "Ah, yes, please guide me to the waterfall," he replied, his eagerness evident.

"Oh, that time. Sure, I have no problem with that. Follow me," Amy responded, getting up from the sofa, ready to lead the way.

However, to Amy's surprise, Bell remained seated on the sofa, his gaze determined.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Bell?" Amy asked, puzzled by his sudden stillness.

Bell, with unwavering determination in his eyes, responded, "Eat first."

Amy couldn't help but burst into laughter, amused by Bell's persistence. His commitment to ensuring they enjoyed their tea and cookies before embarking on their adventure touched her heart.

"Alright, Bell," Amy chuckled, her laughter filling the room. "Let's finish our tea and cookies, and then we'll set off to the waterfall."

In that lighthearted moment, Bell's thoughtfulness and consideration for their shared experience became another thread woven into the fabric of their growing friendship. Together, they savored the sweet taste of friendship, ready to embark on their next adventure, one filled with laughter, discovery, and the magic of unexpected moments.