I watch as Logan pours me coffee. I pick the mug off the kitchen counter and turn toward the door when he grabs my shoulder. "Hmm?", I look up at him.
"It's too late to just have coffee. You need a proper breakfast.", the silver-haired male states.
I hum as I feel my stomach growl in agreement. "Well, what about you?", I ask as I open the fridge and take out a couple of eggs. "Did you eat at home?"
"No, but I had coffee while you were getting ready upstairs.", he reveals and I look at him in surprise.
"You didn't eat or drink anything before coming over?"
"No, I thought you'd be waiting for me so I got ready and went straight to headquarters to borrow the training supplies.", he leans back against the counter, crossing his arms. "Little did I know that you were just having your beauty sleep. If I had known, I would have taken more time for myself then."
I turn slightly red in embarrassment and bite my lip before shaking my head, "Don't worry. I'll cook for you as well." With that, I put ingredients together in a bowl and start mixing.
Still leaning against the counter, my hunting partner quietly observes me. Under his powerful gaze, I feel the pressure to impress him with my culinary skills. Pouring batter on the frying pan, I quickly focus on getting cream and whisking it.
"Pancakes?", he raises an eyebrow as I flip one in the pan and expertly return to whisking the cream.
"Yeah. You like them?", I turn to him with shine in my eyes.
"Worthless for a hunter."
My shine dies and I pout, "But it tastes good!"
"It wouldn't help you build muscles or long-lasting energy.", Logan states in a monotone.
"I'm not eating it everyday though.", I defend myself. "It's not bad to treat your taste buds once in a while."
"Hmm...", Logan just stares at the whisked cream, sounding unconvinced.
"Have you ever eaten the pancakes I make?", I cross my arms and raise my chin up.
"No"
"Then, try it before making judgment!", I point the spatula at him. A smirk tugs on the left side of his lips as amusement shines in those leaden-blue orbs of his. He nods before gesturing me to focus on the food burning in the pan.
I gasp as I barely save the pancake and my reputation. For the next few minutes, Logan quietly watches me work until I usher him to go to the dining table and wait for me to serve him.
Giving extra attention to the presentation of the food, I prepare two plates and bring them to the dining table. Logan is sitting on the chair adjacent to the head of the table.
I take the seat next to him before placing his plate in front of him, "Now, tell me how it tastes."
The male softly chuckles as he picks up his fork and knife, "Why do you sound like your life depends on this?"
"Not my life but my reputation does.", I bluntly admit, causing Logan to chuckle more.
"Okay then." He cuts a piece and brings it to his mouth, my eyes following the tip of his fork until it disappears in his mouth. Logan pulls the fork out and rests his hands beside his plate while he chews.
"So..?", I ask, my voice revealing my anxiety.
A smile stretches on his lips while he keeps his eyes on the plate. Slowly nodding, the male hums, "You cook good..."
If I were a dog, my ears would have perked up and my tail would have wagged so hard. "You like it?"
"Its nutrition value still doesn't reach anywhere close to the meal we are supposed to intake.", Logan points out and I groan. "But...I wouldn't mind eating this once in a while.", he winks at me and heat shoots to my face so fast.
