The Story of Mark and Mina

Chapter 7

"So you're making ramen." I couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or not.

I frowned, "ramen is good."

"Not healthy." He pointed out.

"Right, you need some vegetable as a baseball player." I opened my fridge to get chopped up carrots and broccoli that I had already cut the day before. I poured them into the pot with the ramen.

"Really, Mina? Really?"

"What?"

He shook his head in disbelief, "do you eat this every day?"

"Not every day. I make other stuff, it's just that this was sudden and I didn't have time to ask my mom to restock on the food. So this will have to do."

He didn't seem impressed, "do your parents cook?"

"My mom is busy with work. I'm old enough to cook for myself."

He nodded, "fair enough."

When the ramen was done, I turned off the heat and left it there to cool for a little. I grabbed some utensils and placed them on the table.

"Sit, you don't have to stay in the kitchen." He followed my command and sat on a seat. It was strange to see Mark sit at my table – I would've never imagine in the two weeks that we've known each other that he would sit on my table. He seemed just as uncomfortable as me. I started to regret asking him to eat dinner with me. He'd probably feel more comfortable eating with his family than me.

After a couple of minutes, I place the pot on the table and sat across from him. I put some ramen in my tiny bowl and he did the same.

"I don't eat ramen this way." He said slurping the noodles.

I shrugged, "I would've have one bowl of ramen for you and one for me, but I figured it'd be faster this way."

He nodded agreeably, "it is."

We began eating our food in silence. Yeah, it was super uncomfortable. I kept looking up at him, taking in his every movement. Not sure why, but I did.

He seemed to notice, "why are you looking at me?"

I coughed on my food, I should've denied it, but he caught me in the act. "It's kind of weird seeing you in my house."

"I don't exactly feel comfortable either." He commented.

"Have you ever been to a girl's house?" I blurted, instantly regretting it. He probably went to Ally's house once or twice. After all, he did date her.

He stared at me intently and I started to feel self-conscious, "No..." He said slowly, "I haven't."

"Really?" I said instantly shocked, "no one?"

He nodded.

"No one...at...all?"

He frowned, "I think I know where this is going, so instead of beating around the bushes, just ask the question."

"I'm not asking anything." I said shoving more noodles down my throat.

He didn't seem all that convinced. "You want to know what happened in the sports store." He stated.

"Not really." I muttered with food in my mouth.

"Right." He said with sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"Okay, fine. I'm a little curious, but that's your business and I shouldn't pry right?"

He cocked his head, "so you actually do listen."