Daniella's face was drained of colour. Her mind went on a rampage of a search for reasonable answers. "Well, I….I stopped going to work because I don't remember how to cook," she wasn't sure whether Jones believed her and waited eagerly for his response.
Jones was deep in thought, remaining expressionless. However, he astonished Daniella with his response. "I see. I will help you."
"Wait, you cook also?" Daniella grimaced excitedly. She was very comfortable around him, her trust increasing each time like a ball of fire.
"You taught me how to cook," Jones shrugged and continued. "At the shelter, during the times we ran short of cooks, you never allowed the homeless to go hungry, no matter how exhausted you were from work, I was always there to help and you taught me a lot," Jones recalle
