Rachel's POV 

I turned immediately to face him. 

He was wearing an apron... a fucking apron. 

His eyes caught mine and I struggled to remove my gaze from him. 

"What do you have there?" I asked with an awkward smile looking everywhere around the room but directly at him. 

'Why are you wearing an apron? Did you cook this by yourself?' I wanted so badly to ask him those questions, but I bit my lips to hold them back. 

"Since you had nothing to eat ...