Secret in the kitchen room

“So... how are you now?"

Arisa slipped into my side as I watched the water stream from the tap. “Unlike the first time that I saw you, you don't look so worn out and gloomy right now... though you look a little troubled judging by the wrinkles on your forehead," she said, pointing her index finger at me

“Was I curving my forehead that hard?!" I answered, as though I was surprised. She nodded.

I didn't let another word come out of my mouth and focus on the mass of dirty plates in front of me. I dipped my hands on the water, realizing how cold it was, and instantly retracted.

As I heard a giggle from Arisa, I looked at her with a look as though I was saying ‘ I wouldn't mind if we trade our position’ but it seems she read me wrong. She patted my arms with the back of her hands and pushed me gently with the side of her shoulder.