What is between us?

Sara POV

I'm thrilled that he agreed to join me for breakfast. I can now get a chance to ask him for permission to leave the house.

"Did you prepare all of this?" He turned to face me after taking a glance at the food that was on the table.

"Yes, don't you like it?" With eyes full of horror, I gazed at him.

I suspect that he wasn't at all interested in eating my hand-made food, given that he hasn't had any of my cooked meals for the past two months.

"No, it's not like that; in fact, I'm curious as to how you manage to prepare so many things quickly."

Was he complimenting my cooking abilities, or did he doubt them? I glanced at him, half-surprised, half-confusion.

Rather than questioning him, I silently placed food on his plate, even though I wanted to ask him why he hadn't eaten my cooked supper for the past two months.

"Sara, have you ever tried to become a doctor?" I could tell by the expression on his face that he was attempting to hide his smile.

"Yes, I have always wanted