Elisa nodded and headed back to the dining room.
In a short while, Gareth joined her, placing the dishes on the table.
Elisa glanced over the array of dishes and raised an eyebrow at Gareth.
"You made all this? You're not trying to trick me with takeout, are you?"
Gareth didn't seem fazed by her doubt.
With a composed demeanor, he responded, "Seems like my cooking skills are getting a thumbs-up from Ms. Benett."
Their eyes met, and smiles were exchanged.
"Let's dig in. Reheated food tends to lose its charm," Elisa suggested as she began tasting the steak before her.
It was worth mentioning that Gareth's cooking skills were top-notch, evident in the perfectly seared steak.
Her taste was discerning, not easily pleased. Yet, this dish hit the mark—neither undercooked nor tough, just exquisitely tender and juicy, accompanied by a subtle sweetness. It was, without a doubt, a delight to the palate.
Elisa gave him a thumbs-up. "If things don't pan out at the company, you've got a Plan B in cooking."
It might have been a playful suggestion, but Gareth's demeanor showed he was taking it seriously.
"There's only one person I desire to cook for in this lifetime."
As Elisa savored the delicious dishes Gareth had whipped up, it became apparent who Gareth was alluding to when he mentioned 'that person'.
Elisa paused momentarily, and without missing a beat, Gareth slid a cup of plum juice her way. She offered a quick thank you before taking a few sips, the cool liquid easing the dryness in her throat.
Although Elisa hadn't asked about the significance of their candlelit dinner, Gareth took the initiative to bring it up.
"Do you know what special day is today?"
His words hung in the air, prompting Elisa to rest her utensils and focus on him.
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