"Nathan!" I snatched the bowl from his hands, and he stared at me with a puzzled expression. "I just ordered this from the restaurant," I explained, feeling a bit flustered. It had been more than fifteen years since I had cooked anything, and I had never even boiled water after coming back from the rehab centre, and Nathan could guess that I made this again with just a single bite of the vegetables. That’s why I took it away from him.
"Alright! Why are you acting like you yourself did this?" Nathan teased me, knowing how difficult it was for me to lie in front of him. Honestly, I didn't feel the need to lie anymore. If people liked what I said, great; if not, they could f**k themselves. I no longer cared about anyone's opinion, so I didn't bother lying.
“Will you tell me why the hell you
