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Eros' POV

Betty's food was just as I expected. Bland.

With the way Dalia was staring at me, I knew she wouldn't let me go without tasting her food. Just what have I put myself into?

I pulled the food basket closer to me. To be frank, I can't wait to taste the food. It smelled so nice. I gently removed the box and placed it on the table. Then I opened the cover, nodding when the aroma warmed my face.

From the corner of my eye, I watched her glare at Betty. She wasn't looking at me. It was pasta and chicken. Simple dish. easy to prepare.

I dipped my fork, rolling it gently. Just a bite, and the flavors burst into the different sections of my mouth. It's been a while since I've had homemade food like this. I turned to Dalia, speechless. Words couldn't describe what I felt.

"Do you like it?" She asked softly. Her facial expression was kind, unlike the harsh expressions I have been exposed to. Could this mean something?

I grabbed the tissue inside the basket, wiping my mouth. "I am surpri