Tobias finished taking his shower when a fragrant aroma wafted over from the coffee table in the living room.

In the meantime, Skylar sat on the carpeted floor with a huge glass bowl on the table.

Then, using a fork, she unhesitatingly proceeded to slurp her noodles.

Such a sight was eye-opening to Tobias. All this while, none of the women who dined with him had ever eaten this way.

They always said they were full after a few bites of salad or dared not even open their mouths.

Yet, Skylar nearly had her entire face in the bowl.

 

Watching Tobias stare at her as though she were a freak, Skylar got up and headed into the kitchen.

Then, she swiftly grabbed another fork, walked over to Tobias’ side, and handed it to him. “I can give you some of my food if that’s what you want. There are two eggs in here, and the fork is clean. I haven’t used it.”

 

Skylar emphasized the last sentence. She knew Tobias was a germaphobe, so there was no way he would use someone else’s fork.

It would be a struggle for someone like him to enjoy shared dishes. He surely wouldn’t be able to withstand having to taste another person’s spit.

Skylar’s bowl. “It doesn’t matter even if you’ve used the fork. It’s not

flush a deep red

her face and silently

you want to eat, you should be eating at the dining table. What’s with your weird

out of trouble, Skylar hurriedly carried her bowl of

wonder if Tobias was

in bed. He

does he have a problem with me eating at the coffee table? Isn’t this what youngsters do? Or should I stand up and

it be fine as long as

the dining table and no longer tried to ask Tobias if he wanted some

calmly slurped on her noodles even as she heard

would be a disaster if the man’s fiancée called and found out that there was another

it didn’t matter what she did or

off his phone and

next day, Skylar woke up to find that Tobias had left, although she didn’t

opened her drawer and took out

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