Andrew was jolted awake by the insistent knocking at his door. He groggily dragged himself out of bed, mumbling under his breath.
"What's with this person knocking this late?"
The knocking grew more urgent. "Hey, open up!" came a female voice from the other side.
A neighbor's voice called out from the hallway, "Hey girl, keep your voice down. Damn, in the middle of the night."
"Sorry, sorry, sir," the girl replied, her tone suddenly shy.
Andrew finally reached the door and opened it to find Jane standing there, looking apologetic but determined.
"What the heck are you doing?" Andrew asked, irritation clear in his voice.
Jane shifted uncomfortably. "I hate to say this, but can I sleep over at your apartment tonight?"
Andrew stared at her for a moment, then began to close the door. "Get lost."
"Hey, come on, just one night, please," Jane pleaded, pushing against the door.
Andrew sighed, exasperated. "What's the point of sleeping at my apartment when yours is right over there?"
Jane's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "About that, I forgot my key at my friend's house."
Andrew rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Just one night and no more."
Jane nodded eagerly. "Okay, okay."
Andrew let out a resigned sigh. "Don't think I’ll treat you like a guest. I treat people how I like, even in my apartment."
"I have no problem with that as long as I have a place to stay tonight," Jane assured him.
Andrew stepped aside to let her in. "Here, you can sleep in my room."
Jane's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "As I expected, you can't help but help. Haha, your body is gloomy, but your soul is pure-hearted."
Andrew shot her a warning look. "Are you gonna sleep or what?"
Jane clasped her hands together and gave him a mock-innocent look. "Please don't do anything while I'm sleeping."
Andrew's patience was wearing thin. "Are you gonna sleep or not? You're free to go anytime."
Jane smirked. "You're so emotionless, it’s like you're making yourself gloomy intentionally."
Andrew clenched his fists. "I'm asking one more time—are you gonna sleep or not?"
"Okay, okay, sheesh, sorry," Jane muttered, not expecting him to raise his voice. She thought to herself, I guess he's really getting annoyed by me.
Andrew's tone softened slightly. "I'm gonna go now. Better not do anything with my stuff."
Jane's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Damn, why hide that attractive side of your face? You could attract more attention with that look."
Andrew's expression grew cold again. "Don't talk to me if you're talking about my looks."
Jane thought, Saying uncool words with that face. What a weird combination. Maybe I can tease him a little more, maybe mess with his things in his room.
Andrew's voice cut through her thoughts. "Now go to sleep."
Jane held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. And by the way..."
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "...?"
"What's gonna happen if I touch your things here?" Jane asked, making a playful, exaggerated face.
Andrew's demeanor changed instantly, a threatening aura surrounding him. "Don't you dare."
Jane felt a genuine twinge of fear for the first time during their conversation and decided it was best to sleep. She slipped into the bed and soon drifted off.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the cozy living room where Jane woke up. She stretched and sniffed the air, catching a tantalizing aroma.
"Mmm, what's that amazing smell? Don't tell me, Andrew, are you cooking up a storm in there?" she called out.
From the adjacent kitchen, Andrew responded, his expression as cold as ever. "Wanna eat or not?"
Jane's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Don't tell me you're doing this because you like me."
Andrew's patience was clearly thinning. "I'm asking, can you eat at your apartment now?"
Jane held up her hands defensively. "Okay, easy, you're too serious."
"Now eat up, it's getting cold," Andrew ordered, placing a plate in front of her.
Jane grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Breakfast, huh? I didn't know you had it in you to whip up something delicious."
"Stop talking and start eating," Andrew said calmly.
"Easy, Andrew, it's hot, you know," Jane teased. "I bet it's going to be the best breakfast I've ever had."
Andrew paused, genuinely taken aback by her words. "Huh, what is she talking about? It's just basic cooking," he thought.
Jane continued eating, clearly enjoying herself. "Basic cooking? I have a feeling you're being gloomy." She thought to herself, Didn't expect him to cook this masterpiece. I'm so jealous.
Andrew finished his meal and stood up. "I'm done eating. Put your plates over there when you finish. I'm going to take a shower."
Jane waved him off, still savoring her breakfast. "Go ahead, let me enjoy this masterpiece."
This basic cooking of yours is a masterpiece to me, she thought. I hope I can eat his cooking every time I get hungry.
Andrew took a shower, acting as if nothing unusual had happened. Afterward, he walked to his room and changed clothes, ready to go to school.
"Andrew! Can I wear one of your uniforms?" Jane called out.
Andrew sighed. "This is getting annoying now. Okay, fine, go find some clothes that suit you. It's a male uniform, you know."
Jane blushed but shrugged it off. "Nah, I can wear any clothes I want. Thanks again, haha. Sorry for this day. I'm sure I'll repay you for all you did."
"No need. I'm already happy to not be bothered with you," Andrew replied bluntly.
Jane blushed again, this time from the clothes she chose to wear. "That's too harsh, but thanks again."
Andrew walked to the door, but Jane rushed to step out first.
"Yep, look mature but have a kid's mind," Andrew commented, shaking his head.
Jane made a weird face at his remark but let it go.
As they stepped outside, a couple of students noticed them.
"Hey, is that Jane?" one student whispered to another.
"Yeah, that's right. Wait, I know that boy. Isn't that Andrew, the guy who always reads in the library?" the other student replied.
"Yeah, aren't they dating?" the first student asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Maybe. Let's tell everyone about this," the second student suggested.
"Dude, I'm so jealous of him," the first student admitted.
"You're not the only one," his friend agreed.
And so, that day of misunderstanding became a rumor that spread like wildfire.
