“Huh?!” I exclaimed in pure surprise.

“Why are you so shocked? We’re in a kitchen, there’s a bunch of ingredients and cooking tools, and you can cook. Cook us some lunch, little girl,” he said as if it was really the most obvious solution to our problem.

“Can you not call me a little girl…” I said softly before I could stop myself.

“You don’t like it? I think it’s rather cute. What about little maid instead?” he suggested before he grinned playfully at me.

“Nevermind…” I whispered in resignation.

“A cute name suits a cute girl, no? I’m hungry…can you start cooking already?” the man said before he chuckled...