"Are you surprised?"
Roland raised his eyebrows and brought the soup that he had just bought for Samara. He said, "You didn't allow me to stay with you while you were drinking in the middle of the night. And you won't let me make breakfast for you in the morning. Then, can you take the soup now?"
Samara was already hungry. Just as she lowered her head, she smelled the soup in Roland's hand. She wanted to refuse, but her stomach had already betrayed her.
Samara's stomach was growling. This was the first time in her life that Samara felt embarrassed. She said, "Thank you."
If she continued to refuse, it would be inappropriate.
As she spoke, she leaned to the side and let Roland in.
However, Roland only placed the soup on the desk and said, "Go to bed early after taking the soup."
He paused for a moment. Then he added with a bright smile, "Good night, my future girlfriend."