22nd Kiss

"Joseph! Why are you eating that? Seriously!" I scolded him as he dug into the fried rice I had cooked. We were still waiting for the rice he was cooking to finish.

"It's fine. I'm used to it anyway," he said to me. I saw him picking out the white parts, but there were still some black bits in it. I didn't say anything and just watched him. It seemed like he wouldn't mind. I winced when he put a spoonful into his mouth. He chewed on it. He paused for a moment, so I couldn't help but ask him.

"How does it taste?" I asked him.

"It would've been fine but..." he said.

"But what?" I asked him. I'm anticipating his answer. He took something out of his mouth and showed it to me. My eyes widened as I realized what it was.

"Arianne, why do your dishes always have eggshells in them?" Joseph asked.

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't notice," I said. I was about to take his plate with burnt fried rice away, but he quickly moved it out of my reach.