We sat down by a table near the window. The waitress brought the pre-ordered dish up to our table. It's macaroni and cheese! I suddenly felt hungry. Maybe it's because I didn't eat much during lunch today. As soon as the dish was in front of me, I started eating like a wolf.

"Oh gosh...eat slower...no one's stealing food from you." Jonah chuckled. He chewed slowly and gracefully, enjoying his simple meal.

Ahh I'm so full! I put down the fork and gulped down a mouthful of ice water. Jonah's face was full of concern. He seemed to worry about my ability to eat this much in such little time.

"You seemed to enjoy this a lot. I'll bring you here again next time." Jonah finally lightened his expression and laughed.

"Um...no thank you? I bet it's really expensive here. Plus I like to eat what I make myself." I was afraid that he would waste more money on me.

"You can cook?! I don't believe you." He shook his head, unconvinced.

"Eh yes I can." I raised my eyebrows in a sassy way."I'll cook some food for you next time."I told him, confident in my skills.

"Oh sure! Let's see how horrible your cooking skills can get." He joked,"Let's go home. It's getting late."

Then we stood up and left.

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"Wow, the night in the city is incredible,"I exclaimed,"Can you drive slower?"

Jonah slowed down the car,"So you really do know how to cook?"

"Of course," I nodded. "Ever since my parents were gone, I lived by myself. I usually learned from my neighbour next door, plus I work in a restaurant..." Thinking about my mom and dad, I felt my heart squeeze in pain.

Jonah put me into his embrace. My tears unintentionally rolled down my cheeks.

Jonah could feel pain just looking at Jennifer's expression. He promised himself that in the future, he would not let her get hurt anymore.

After we got home, we noticed that Jonah's mom was already asleep. We didn't want to wake her so we each went to sleep too.