Jun stared at Ai, who sat on a chair opposite him. There was dinner served on the table and together, it felt just like the time when Ai lived with him in his condo. They had their meals together. They talked about books and random stuff. The atmosphere was warm and fuzzy just like that time.
Both shared the same feelings right now.
Jun tasted the rice dipped with curry, and his gaze softly flickered.
"It's delicious."
Her ears perked up with his praise. She could cook but was nowhere near Jun's level. Jun was a stern critique too. If he didn't like it, he wouldn't sugarcoat things.
If he said it was delicious, then it was really delicious.
"Thank you," Ai felt proud at being praised.
But these moments also brought a melancholy in her chest. Her heart was in turmoil. She was trying her best to get used to living alone again, not thinking about Jun at all.
