Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie and Morris walked into the kitchen, and Nathalie handed him a bunch of veggies and a peeler. "Hey Morris, can you handle peeling these?"

Before Morris could get a word in, Nathalie continued, "You've probably never done chores before, right? How would you manage such simple tasks? Oh well, I'll just do it myself."

Morris couldn't help but laugh, handing her a perfectly peeled potato.

Nathalie's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that was fast!"

Morris's voice was soothing, like a gentle stream. "I actually took some cooking classes."

Nathalie was caught off guard. "Why'd you decide to learn?"

Morris gave a small, wistful smile. "I wanted to cook for the girl I love."

Nathalie drifted into her thoughts.

She suddenly remembered Nathan, who had once said the same thing to her. And he meant it, always trying out new recipes for her.

But could someone as reserved as Morris really have a girl he loves?

is?" Nathalie teased with a playful grin. "If you're so into her, maybe

"She's amazing, unlike boring old me. She probably wouldn't be happy with me. I'd rather not bother

feeling flickered through

if it was sadness, happiness, or confusion. But something about Morris's

love someone, you should

was too

shot back, "Who's the lucky one making shy

she was trying her hardest to

Morris realized there was someone special in her heart. But it

indescribable

a bit smoky. Maybe you should step out. I'll take over the cooking," Morris suggested, feeling the thick tension in the air His mind was a mess, and he

up with a hint

was always like this. Every time she tried to open up, he'd find a way to send her

beyond control,

you hold it against

tinged with melancholy, reached Morris's

was suddenly filled with hope.