Ariel came home from her diner looking exhausted but she still insisted on cooking for me. I tried to convince her to forget about it but her stubborn self wouldn't listen so I allowed her. I sat in the living room, occasionally looking in the direction of the kitchen to check if I would steal a glance at her.

Twenty minutes later, she came out carrying a tray which contained the food. She placed it before me on a stool and sat next to me. She looked excited, maybe because this would be the first time I'm tasting her food.

I stared at the food, it didn't look familiar at...