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?

with a playful grin. "If you're so

"She's amazing, unlike boring old me. She probably wouldn't be happy with me.

unfamiliar feeling flickered through Nathalie's

quite figure out if it was sadness, happiness,

someone, you should go for

too stunned to

the lucky one making shy Nathalie brave

up, secretly thinking that she was trying her hardest to win over the person right in front

special in her

of indescribable loss swept

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 needed some

looked up with a hint of hurt

time she tried to open up, he'd find

loving someone is beyond control, it

hold it against

tinged with melancholy,

ago, was suddenly filled with hope. Could Nathalie really like