Blake Fuller's gold-framed glasses hid the expression that flickered in his eyes as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Caroline Edwin tasted a sandwich and said, "Your hands are used to holding a scalpel and saving lives; isn't it a waste to use them to cook soup?"
She ate the surprisingly good breakfast while lazily staring at the man sitting in front of her.
Imperial Garden was located in a prime location with excellent natural light. The warm sunlight from outside shone in, adding a gentle touch to everything.
Blake's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing pale forearms as he slowly ate his breakfast.
"Not a waste."
"Holding a scalpel and cooking soup are not conflicting."
He presented his opinions logically, his calm demeanor showing an invisible mature charm.
"You're right."
Caroline's cat-like eyes showed satisfaction as she nodded in agreement with his point of view. After finishing her sandwich, she took a sip of the perfectly warmed milk on the table.