Even though I slept late. I still managed to wake up early to prepare our food including what we would take on the hike. I felt awkward when T.H suddenly appeared behind me to look at what I was cooking.

Why is he like this? My heart beats fast.

"Isn't it delicious?"

What the-what is the question!

I know that it doesn't mean anything else to him but my brain thinks differently.

"Are you referring to the dish?" I asked to be sure. Maybe I'm just the only one here to have a malicious mind.

I know T.H. tastes better than this dish. Well, it's because his body shape is...