In the kitchen, Benjamin was preparing a meal for himself. Rebecca, after finishing the breakfast, sneaked up and shut his eyes from behind.

Time passed, but Benjamin didn’t even respond.

“You’re so boring,” she harrumphed and gently hugged him from behind. Again, there was no response from him. He kept cutting the almonds.

“I’m going out,” she reminded him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I don’t think so,” he replied.

“The dessert,” she said, a bit of crimson creeping up onto her cheeks..