Chapter 13: Contract [7]
"Woo~ what's that smell? Oh! You're cooking!"
Franz came from behind and rested his elbow on Knox's shoulder after crossing his legs and leaning over to the kitchen counter.
"Wow. You said you're working as a manservant for someone. I bet they're drooling every time you cook!"
Knox was smiling, but after hearing that, the corners of his lips faltered after the images of the first time he cooked for Azrael rushed to his mind. His smile crooked and he quickly turned away from his friend.
"You bet. Haha."
It was actually his boss who cooked their food. But there's no way he'd tell that to him.
He took off the apron and hung it on the refrigerator's side, then he faced Franz and said, "Anyway, I'm going somewhere. Let me wash the dishes. You can just put them on the sink. I'll wash them after I come back."
Franz, "Where are you going without eating first?"
"I'm full. I ate the leftover pizza from last night—
"Why would you eat that and then cook breakfast for me?! Geez, man, you're making me feel bad!"
Knox smiled at Franz, "I'm the one who feels bad. I've been crashing here in your place for three days now."