"It's nothing... just, he remembered the ginger-soy dip. I once mentioned, when we ate at that seafood restaurant, that it makes the salmon taste less dry. That's all."
Pia leaned closer, dramatic. "He remembered your sauce preferences? Girl, that's not 'just a friend.' That's a man with an agenda."
Zephany's face turned a deeper shade of pink. "You watch too many dramas."
"Because they reflect real life! Come on, tell me, who is he? Is he handsome? Does he like cats? Can he cook?"
"Pia!"
Pia grinned, satisfied. "Alright, alright. But seriously, thanks for sharing. This is good stuff. Whoever made this is a keeper."
Zephany nodded, feeling a strange mix of contentment and confusion. She didn't really know what Kendrick was thinking when he gave her the lunchbox. He was kind, sure, but also hard to read. There was something about him that she couldn't quite figure out.
She shook the thought away and continued eating.
