"So you know what went down?" Alesha asked. "Yes. Yes, I do" Taehyung huffed up. "Well, then now you know that she can't cook?" She added. "Why would you even hide that fact ?" he pouted. "I didn't hide it. You assumed I could cook" Meera felt her heart thumping, the dizzying pleasure from his little unintended touches never stopped her butterflies from going rampant.

"She can cook a mean omelette. And can make tea. I wonder what will happen after marriage. She can't cook and neither can you. " The younger teased nevertheless. "Chiquitita. How did you make it?"

"It's called Chilaquiles" Meera reminded. "How did you make it?" He wouldn't back down. "It just required mixing from ready-made products I bought" Meera gulped. "And when that rat, I mean brat came?" he asked as he arched an eyebrow and the intimacy wasn't helping Meera in any way. "You, shredded chicken, I just poured the packet in water brought it to boil, added the chicken and mixed. Simple"

"All this time, I really thought you could cook. It's not a problem but, I feel cheated" he pouted as his limited vocabulary in English weren't enough to express his emotions. "Boy you better stop pouting. It's a weakness" Alesha came to Meera's rescue. This snapped Meera out of her trance which kept on urging her to kiss the boy in front of her. "And hands off, she's mine" Alesha added much to Taehyung's dismay. "You're third-wheeling all the way from India. Shoo. Go away" he scowled. "Mean. Whatever. I'm off. Enjoy"

Taehyung awkwardly took his hands off of Meera's shoulders. "We.. I'm hungry" Taehyung broke the silence. "Are you mocking me?" Meera's voice took a rough turn. "No I would never" Taehyung stammered until he realized Meera was chuckling. "Chill. I was teasing you. Do you have a diet or something?" she walked further into the kitchen. "I do but, let's stick to cup noodles." He insisted. "Ramen?" she asked. "No. Cup noodles" he repeated. "Aren't they one and the same?" He shook his head.

"Why don't I get hugs?" he pouted. "That's so random and out of context" She kept the water to boil. "I don't know where it came from" he shrugged. "A little child" Meera smiled as she fondly caressed his hair as she leaned against the counter top. "I'm not"

Meera's head immediately went through all the scenarios that could take place after that one statement of his in that tone and sat on kitchen slab turning her head to watch the water boil with intent eyes in order to distract her nervous mind and to hide her quivering hand. "Is watching water boil that interesting?" he grumbled. "Is a child pouting?" she retorted. "I am. Shouldn't you teach me a new lesson?" he closed in placing his hands on either sides of her.