Chapter 92: Funny how
"This smells funny"
Freya said, her voice clear, the black mask that usually hugged her mouth now resting loosely around her neck, revealing her full lips, pursed in distaste.
She leaned forward, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light, the white sun hat Kael had bought her tilted rakishly on her head, its brim casting a soft shadow over her blue eyes..
Kael, seated across from her, took a bite of his own chicken, chewing thoughtfully, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.
"Funny how?" he asked, his tone light, his dark jacket slung over the chair, his jeans sightly scuffed from their morning trek.
"Tastes fine to me. Bit salty, maybe." He speared another piece, unfazed, his grin teasing as he watched her dissect her meal with a fork, her movements precise, almost surgical.
Freya huffed, pushing a limp piece of lettuce aside, her mask shifting slightly as she spoke.
"It’s... off. Like they cooked it in old oil or something. And this sauce?" She dipped a finger into the brownish glaze, sniffing it before wiping it on a napkin.
"Tastes like regret." Her eyes flicked to Kael, sharp but playful, inviting him to agree.
Kael chuckled, swallowing another bite, his gaze lingering on her, noting the way her sophisticated taste shone through, even in a cheap diner.
"You’re picky, you know that?" he said, leaning back, his voice warm. "Not every place is a five-star bistro, Freya. This is good enough for a decent lunch."