Deirdre did not know what Brendan had put into the soup, but it tasted just as she expected. It was bitter and salty.

“How is it?”

Just as Deirdre was about to spit it out, the man sitting next to her asked, his voice filled with expectation, and he looked just like a kid asking for a compliment.

In the end, she swallowed it and said, “It’s not bad.”

“That means it’s tasty.”

Getting a compliment from someone like Deirdre, with superb cooking skills, meant that the soup tasted really good.