He Can Cook?
Reva slowly turned her head and looked at Damien, "You are the one who requested the 'extra class', right?"
Damien smiled as he walked towards the table, "But you know for whom I requested, right? It's fine if you don't want to admit it. I don't mind," Damien said with a playful smirk.
Reva crinkled her eyes as she knew what he meant and said while glancing away, "I don't understand what you mean. Come, sit. I don't have time to waste."
"Sure." Damien whimsically smirked.
He continued as he sat down, "You know I once knew a cold girl like you. She was my friend as well, a very close one. Whenever I see you, you strangely remind me of her. She was very focused on what she does and indifferent to others. But I could understand why she was like that. Her father was very cruel on her, and well...rest is history."
Reva could feel the nostalgia in Damien's words as if he was reminiscing about someone real and not a made-up person.