Dinner date ruined

Violet never thought that Lucas was actually a very rich man. She looked around the place, it was a luxurious penthouse. Organized and neat with a black theme. Very manly and yet… why did she felt like the place was empty? It felt… cold… and alone. There was a strange atmosphere in the place that she couldn't just think of the right word for it.

"You can use my kitchen however you wanted it," said Lucas as he led her to the kitchen.

"Do you live alone here?" She finally asked as she looked his way.

"Yes." He stopped and turned to her with a smile. "Do you want me to help you with making the dinner?"

She smiled a bit, "sure. Do you know how to cook?"

He crossed his arms and smirked, "won't I become too perfect if I know how to cook?"

"…" Then did that mean that he was…

"You don't know?"

He grinned as he proudly admitted, "I don't"

"Then… what do you normally eat at here?" She asked curiously.