's everything all right?" she couldn't resist asking.

‘Yes, it's nearly ready."

ALL right.

With a slight twitch of her lips, Ariana refrained from further queries, returning her focus to the television while leaving Theodore to have free reign of the kitchen.

An hour later, Theodore emerged from the kitchen, announcing triumphantly, “Dinner is served."

Ariana was incredulous. Had he actually cooked a meal?

Her gaze darted past him to the kitchen, which now resembled a battlefield aftermath.

Theodore, noticing her gaze, diverted her attention and guided her towards the dining table.

Upon seeing the food displayed on the table, she was taken aback.

Three dishes and a soup were presented, albeit unseasoned. The soup was an attempt at instant noodles, slightly charred and evidently lacking in water during its preparation

Ariana was overcome with amusement. Indeed, Theodore was a man accustomed to being waited upon, irrespective of his location.

“They seem appetizing,” Ariana mustered the courage to express.

Although Theodore maintained a poker face, Ariana couldn't miss the spark of delight that lit up his eyes.

Exhaling deeply, she took a seat and leisurely enjoyed her dinner.

Post-meal, Ariana lounged in the Living room, savoring her juice and observing Theodore tackle the dishes. A tender smile graced her Lips.

In the kitchen, Theodore was a picture of composed concentration, yet his frantic movements and unconcealed furrowed brows betrayed his anxiety.

His rare ventures into the kitchen left him unfamiliar with the chore of dishwashing, adding to his unease.

In his haste to finish the task, he resolved to ask Horace to acquire a dishwasher the following day.

Noticing that Theodore had wrapped up, Ariana glanced at the clock, debating whether she should ask him to go back to his own apartment.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Theodore took a seat beside her, announcing, “The main power switch in my place is malfunctioning. It needs to be fixed."