Isolated Aphrodite

Lily's Pov

"Heyyyy Mel, ready for lunch?" I asked while I carefully entered her room filled with paperwork.

"Oh, thank you Lily, I've been so busy with work I forgot to eat and I'm really sorry we can't eat

together again" she replied.

"It's okay, it's my job to make sure you eat in time," I said, cheering her up. She put down her

glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"When did that become your job?" Uh, since I like you. Wait, I can't tell her that even though

we've been together for months now.

"Uh, isn't it the chef's job to make sure everyone is eating healthy and well so they can perform

their jobs better?" She looked at me with a stern stare.

"Sounds like you're telling the truth, so I'll let you off the hook this time."

I helped her organize the files and make some space on the table for her to have lunch.

"Hey, I know that we have only been together for a few months now, but what are we?" Is she

seriously asking this now?

"Aren't I the chef? And you're my princess?" I smiled to hide the pain I was feeling and she

stared at me, only if I could tell her I actually like her. If I had the guts to do so.

"Is that really all?" She asked again with that painful look in her eyes. I can't just tell her that I

don't wanna be friends with her, and that I want to be more than that.

"Then how about you? What do you think of our relationship right now?" I asked genuinely,

expecting the worst.

"Just like what you said, you're the chef and you serve me" is that what we really are? Just that?

Would it be selfish if I asked for more? Why can't I just tell her that I already fell for her and that

everytime she never fails to amuse me? She makes me feel things that I never felt before.

"Thanks for the meal," she said out loud.

"So how was it my princess?" I teasingly asked, trying to ignore my feelings for the meantime.

"It was good for your first try on making homemade pasta, I'll look forward to eating your

homemade spaghetti with meatballs from now on" she smiled genuinely as she handed over her

plate.

"You can also look forward to eating the chef u know" I mumbled but also making sure she

heard it while I assembled her used dishes on the tray. She punched my arm mockingly and

said "There you go with your inappropriate flirts again" while smiling, it doesn't look like she

hates it though.

"Oww you're meanie, I cooked food for you and I got punched in return?" I said while being

dramatic. I tried mocking her back, yet why does she look upset? Did I cross the line too much?

She gently rubbed the spot where she punched me to ease my dramatic pain.

"Well, it's your fault for saying those things while I'm at work and then acting so cute like a child

who got their candy stolen" she laughed in the end... WAIT DID SHE JUST CALLED ME

CUTE?

"Wait, do you mean it?" I asked with anticipation.