Her Street Fighter

04.

Chapter Four
Marebela

The restaurant was astonishing. It looked so polished and clean. There were tables on the glassy marble floor and a kitchen in the back. It was covered with doors.

The restaurant wasn't opened yet and no one was here, sitting in any of the chairs.

I followed Gunn into the kitchen. He was going to cook me something.

"What would you like to eat, little girl?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know what to choose. The something came to my mind. I would never get spaghetti at home, so that's what I wanted.

My eyes widened. "Spaghetti and meatballs!" I answered, enthusiastically. I remember watching a movie where dogs eat spaghetti. I laughed at that part. Dogs don't eat spaghetti.

He stared at me deeply. He seemed amused my me. He took out many different pots and pan and placed them on the stove. One was filled with water and the other wasn't.

"Can I help?" I asked. My eyes were wide. I have never cooked before. The butler would make the food and I would get the leftovers.

I grabbed a container close to the pot and was about to put it into the pot he placed on the stove.

"No! That's sugar," he snarled. I quickly retracted my hand from sprinkling the white powder on the food.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

He scoffed. He brushed me off as he continued to add spices into the pot, and mixed up the tomato sauce.

He boiled the pasta, and I hadn't done anything else. Whenever I tried to he would push me away.

He placed two plates down. I pinged to the one in front of me. "Is someone else eating with you, too?" I asked him.

"That's yours," he answered, blankly.

"Mine?" I questioned, softly. I had a plate. "But what about your leftovers?"

His eyes bored in to his food. He looked up at me. His eyebrows knitted together. "What about them?"

"Aren't I supposed to have them? I'm not supposed to have a plate," I told him. I was confused to why he gave me one.

"You're not having my leftovers," he scoffed. "Where did you get that from?"

"Stepmother said that I didn't get a plate because there was no room. I was supposed to have the leftovers of my sisters," I explained to him timidly.

His hard gaze bored into me. He stared at me incredibly.

"You ate you're families leftovers?" He asked. He couldn't seem to believe it. He sounded angry.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly. My voice cracked and I felt my eyes looking away from him.

"No, God, Marebela, you won't have to eat leftovers here, okay, you will get you're own plate," he told me.

It sounded weird. It felt strange having someone care for me. Usually I'm the one who cares for people.

I would take care of my family.

"It's yours, now eat," he demanded.

I stared down at my plate of spaghetti. My mouth watered. I have never ate food that looked so delicious before.

I smiled as I took a huge bite. I moaned into the food. My face heated with embarrassment when I caught a glimpse of Gunn staring at me. His eyes held amusement. The were still cold, but something else was mixed with them.