Emily's POV :

I knocked several times in succession, but Paul did not answer.

I climbed over the wall and into his house and went straight to the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you making?"

I asked Paul, but he ignored me and continued to cook.

I took a closer look and said, "Is that a Chinese dish? It smells so good."

"Are you making it for me?" I asked again.

I thought that Paul would deny it and not admit that he made it for me.

But unexpectedly, he said, "Yes, I was actually waiting for you."

I admired his straightforwardness. I walked to him in a relaxed mood and...