Communicating is the key.
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Instead of listening to Elliana when she told him to stay out, Vincent followed her in the kitchen and offered his help in cooking. “Why did I expect that you’re bad at this since you don’t seem like the person who cooks?” She asked, leaning by the tabled with her arms crossed as she watched him move.
“No one said I can’t cook.” He said, flipping the pancakes effortlessly smooth which made her gasp. “I lived long enough to learn all the skills in the world, you know.” He said, and a grin made way on his lips as he glanced at her and saw her admiring him from behind.
“I can cook pretty well but the way you do it is far more superior.” She said, completely amazed that she can’t even hide her expressions and compliments from the man she unexpected have as
