38 It is indeed sweeter

Lucy took some time before finally returning to the kitchen. She saw me seated in the corridor and I could tell she was sorry.

"I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. The thing is, Anastasia, made me run some errands for her." Lucy sighed. She looked just as frustrated as I thought she would.

'Of course, Anastasia would preoccupy Lucy with so much work just so I would be in the kitchen alone.'

"Do you still want to cook or we should just leave that for another day?" I asked but to my surprise, Lucy still wanted to learn even though she was tired from Anastasia's constant disturbance.

"Okay then, let's go." we both walked into the kitchen and the smell was gone completely. I went to the back to turn open the cylinder after checking if there were any leakages before turning on the cooker.

We took our aprons and I washed the ingredients again even though I had placed the nylon over them.

We cooked only one dish so it didn't take much of our time. After we were done with everything including cleaning the kitchen, I dishes out Lucy's share and mine as well.

Without sitting, she began to eat hers which caused me to laugh. "It can wait, can't it?"

"Uh-uh." she shook her head with her mouth full. I smiled seeing her like this and decided to take mine to the dining table.

I speculated that Gerard would be done eating by now since the day was already far spent so I opened the door but to my surprise, there he was leaning against the wall.

"Jezz... You scared me." I held my plate with one hand and my chest with the other. Why did he like sneaking up on me? It's not fun.

He watched me as I exaggerated but his face did not give off any expression. He just stared at me like I was a comic series.

I waved my hands in front of him to draw his attention back and it worked. "What are you thinking about? You look like you are sleepwalking."

"And why are you here? The aroma from the kitchen is distracting my work." I blinked twice when I heard him say this. Was it that obvious that I was the one cooking?

I pursed my lips and looked at him awkwardly. "So... You... Want to eat?"

He nodded and I smiled. "Fine then let's share. I didn't make much by the way." I wanted to go back into the kitchen to get another plate but he held my tiny hand.

"Huh? Do you need something else?" I asked but he shook his head in denial causing me to be confused.

"There's no need for another plate. Let's go." his voice was calm as usual but I wasn't sure if I understood what he was talking about. How are we going to manage with just one plate? Or does he plan to eat the food alone?

He took the plate from me then held me with his second hand and pulled me to the dining room.

"I... You... We..." I wanted to tell him to leave my hand since he had personalized the food but I couldn't find the right words.

We got to the table in no time and he placed the food on the table then pulled out a chair for me to sit then sat as well.

This was torture. Why would he make me watch him while he eats the food that is meant for me? Not fair.

He took a spoon from the centre of the table and washed it at the washer in the dining room then placed it in the food making it two spoons.

Wait? Does he want to eat with two spoons? Is he that hungry? I thought he had eaten before and how can two spoons fit in that small mouth of his?

He placed the food between the both of us and gestured for me to eat. "Huh? Me?" I pointed at myself to be sure I knew what he meant.

"I heard people say that eating together on the same plate makes the food taste better but I've never tried it." when he said it like this, I finally understood what he meant.

I used to eat with my father on the same plate before he passed away. Our bond was so tight that we were like friends and more. But asides from my father, I have never shared a plate with someone else but instead of feeling weird about sharing this plate with Gerard, I felt like this would remind me of old times.

I smiled slightly and picked up the spoon and began to eat. He also did the same and with the first spoon, he nodded looking impressed.

"It is indeed sweeter." I chuckled and we ate happily so much so that I didn't want the food to finish. I felt like Gerard was a different person that was simply misunderstood and once one gets to know him better, he's like a sweet innocent man.

In a corner, two individuals were staring at us as we ate. "How's this possible? I was sure that I removed the pipe from the cooker after the staff were done cooking. I even sprayed the fragrance you gave me so that Gerard and the others wouldn't perceive it so how come this happened?" Anastasia was frustrated and angry.

The granny just stayed there starting like a lost sheep. "She was lucky today but no one would be able to save her another day. I would make sure of that." she was so determined this time and whatever her next plan was would be more devilish.

I was so focused on Gerard that I didn't even know that they were watching. He was eating gracefully and happily and this is something I don't get to see every day.

It did turn out that eating together made it more fun and not just that, it made us closer.