Taste

                                    

                                          
It's been three days since I'm cooking food for him. He never comes out and eats with me rather he wait until I'm done and back in my room. It's so rude and weird. The least he could do is say thanks but what's weirder is me taking care of him. Why the hell do I care what he eats and what he doesn't. Well, guess I'm just a human being. With that thought, I tossed over my bed to go to the washroom.
                          
In the hall-
                          
I was enjoying the food Isabella had cooked for me. I wanted to say thanks to her or else I would probably be dead due to hypothermia. I was in my thoughts when suddenly I heard her door open.
                          
She looked at me with a surprised expression while I had food stuffed in my mouth.
                          
"Oh don't mind me you can carry on with your eating. Think as if I'm not even here" she tried to explain to me.
                          
I was embarrassed. Although she knew that I am the one who's eating the food I didn't wanna show that to her. I didn't wanna show that I was grateful for her kindness. Say it my ego or denial to look petite. 
                          
I gulped down my food and was about to leave when she asked, "How's the food though?"
                          
Shit, I don't wanna come across this situation. I took a breath, "Edible".
                          
" I'm glad you like it," she said with a happy tone.
                          
"Hmm" I responded to not drag the conversation much.
                          
"Do you want hot chocolate? I'm gonna make one for me. It's really cold here" she asked with hope I'll say yes.
                          
"I'll drink it in my room," I said. Not able to resist the warmness of the hot chocolate.
                          
"You always stay in your room these days. We barely talk. Why don't we sit here in front of the fireplace and drink it together"
                          
What the hell is wrong with her. Is she the same Isabella whom I knew? Why suddenly she is being so nice to me? What the fuck do you want Isabella? I want to hate you, then why....
                          
I shook my head resisting myself to think any further.
                          
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He didn't say anything. And I was too embarrassed to ask that again. And why in the first I even invited him to drink with me. Cold is definitely making me insane.
                          
I went straight into the kitchen avoiding any eye contact with him. I made the hot chocolate and kept the mugs on the table. He could take it with from there and go to his room. I settled down on one corner of the sofa and to my surprise, he didn't go away. He sat down across me. I was happy but trying hard not to show it while trying to figure out my thoughts.
                          
I saw him sitting on the other side looking way calmer than I have seen him since the day we met. The dim light caught his features very well, and the orange glow waltz in front of his brown eyes. His face is well sculpted as if each we're screaming for attention. I liked it.
                          
It was silent. The only noise I could hear is of the strong winds blowing outside. I tried to break the silence as it was haunting.
                          
"Have you read the book?"
                          
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I was taking another sip from my mug when Isabella suddenly spoke up.
                          
"Have you read the book?"
                          
Shit, another topic I didn't wanna discuss about. I hesitated, "Yes".
                          
" Which one are you reading though?" She is extending the conversation.
                          
"Why do you wanna know, " I said as annoyingly as I could