DESERT
"Thank you. This is amazing and it is official, can I get you to be my personal chef?"
I chuckle, "You already have one, you do know how I don't like cooking."
"After tasting this and how you treat me when am here I thought you had a change of heart."
"No… well, and I have to eat."
"Yes that too." He chuckles. "This is the best."
"Are you trying to woo me, it is not working." I smile pushing my chair back
I get up and start carrying the used utensils and placing them on the kitchen counter, so that I don't make any rounds clearing the table; this was pretty much the easy way. He was watching when I reach out to take more cutleries.
"You can go on the other side of the kitchenette, I will hand you the rest."
"You don't have to."
"There is nothing I am doing."
"Thanks."