Blacky

"Eh? It taste a little weird!" Tasting the dinner she cooked herself, Zoey's face distorted. Not that it tasted terrible, just weird. 

It has been a while when she last prepared something for herself. After all, Zoey survived eating foods that whatever she could order. Hence, cooking after a while felt tiring and confusing. 

"I knew it. I should have ordered something instead." She murmured, dissatisfied on the outcome of her rusted cooking skills. 

It was too late, though. Matthew Xi was already at the kitchen, watching her criticize her own skills and cooking. 

"Is it edible?" Leaning his side on the jamb of the entrance, the corner of his lips curled up. 

His sudden peaceful interruption still caused Zoey to jolt, nearly dropping the spoon in her hand. "Browny!" She called, turning to face the expensive-looking man not far away. 

"Browny?" Earlier, Matthew Xi ignored her when she called him that cursed nickname.