Chapter 22: Talk and training with Kiara (2)
Mikael gave her a look that conveyed many unspoken thoughts, but simply said, "Sure. Steak and potatoes?"
Still embarrassed by her oversight, Kiara replied shyly, "I've never tried it, but it looks delicious."
With her confirmation, Mikael set two plates and cutlery on the table, then purchased the steak and potatoes. The food teleported directly onto the plates—if he'd forgotten the plates, it would have appeared right on the table, as he didn't have an inventory.
They began their meal, enjoying a leisurely conversation as they ate. After about 40 minutes, they'd finished, feeling a little closer from the pleasant exchange. Sharing a meal like this, after all, can strengthen a bond, whether it's a friendship or something more.
"Well, I think it's time for me to head out," Mikael said, rising from his chair.
Kiara also stood, then wordlessly stepped forward, wrapping him in a tight hug and resting her head on his chest. They held the embrace for a few moments before she lifted her head, looking up into his eyes.
Mikael returned her gaze, taking in her deep blue eyes like two stunning sapphires. As they slowly leaned in toward each other, he suddenly thought of something that made him turn his head slightly. Her lips met his cheek instead, leaving a soft kiss.
Kiara froze, her voice trembling. "Why?"
Mikael sighed, sensing her genuine worry about being rejected. "I'm not rejecting you," he said gently. "I just want to talk with you first before we make any decisions about... us."
Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with fear, as she asked, "You're not rejecting me?"
He nearly sighed again at her vulnerability but instead took a steadying breath and began to speak.