Isaac smiled. "Are you going to support me?"

"Sure, I'll support you," Camila declared, "Now, come and sit down."

Camila set the hotdogs on the table and said, “I know you're not a fan of junk food. Just bear with it for today. I promise I won't drag you along for street food next time."

“It's alright. I can tag along occasionally, but not too often,"

Isaac confessed.

It wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but Camila had gone out of her way to accommodate him.

He wasn't fond of the oily, smoky aroma, so she thoughtfully chose hotdogs with his preferences in mind.

Isaac would also have reciprocated by considering Camila's tastes.

Even so, this sort of food was far from healthy and shouldn't be indulged in excessively.

Camila nodded in acknowledgment. “Alright.”

On the drive back after their late-night snack, Camila held Joe in her arms while maintaining her distance from Isaac. She feared that the potent barbecue scent on her breath might be unappealing to him.

Barbecue flavor was a seasoning that particularly gave off a strong aroma.

She shuffled slightly nearer to Isaac and cautiously asked, "Do I smell bad?"

Isaac started the car and replied, "No."

Camila was still unconvinced and moved closer, deliberately speaking in a more breathy tone as she questioned, “Are you sure you're not repulsed?"

Isaac glanced at her and proposed, “Do you want me to prove it to you?"

“How would you prove it..."

Camila began, but Isaac's lips were on hers before she could finish.

She froze momentarily.

“Is this proof enough for you?" he teased, flashing a smile.