ndy here. Would

e. His cool hand took the candy from my palm

nk y

palm. Flustered, I quickly hid my hand behin

had thanked me twice in one even

3:30, and after all this activity

he cupboard, and checked the supplies.

re are only Blue-cheese Pastas

shook his head, and t

Ayden meant. Was he not hungry, or di

idering he wasn't feeling wel

Blue-cheese Pastas. Soon, the unique smell of the Blue

repared Blue-cheese Pastas on th

e was even paler than when he almost fainted earlier. After a few sharp twitches at the corners

Pastas in front of me, the

seated by the smell of

he afternoon. The first thing I did was check if Ayden was s

s quiet. There was no sound from the

the kitchen, startling me

showing no signs of the low blood sugar episode from

captured by the food Ayden was holding. I sniffed

es on the dining table, where

at the dishes on the table. It had been

nt of confusion. I gave him an embarrassed smile, picked up my fo

casually. He ate at a moderate pace, his mo

kly averted my eyes, focusing on the food in front of me.

e doorbell ra

d to the entrance with curiosity. Through th

n to Ayden, exclaiming in a pan

red, clearly caught

ed college, Lucy had been eagerly hoping that I would find a boyfriend soon, so