The spoon touched my lips before I even realized I had moved. I kept shooting him dirty looks, hoping I could somehow kill him with my gaze, but the moment the soup hit my tongue, my eyes widened.
It was warm, creamy, and savory. Potatoes, leeks, and bacon, along with other fresh ingredients, mingled together in a milky broth, creating the ultimate comfort meal. We had the same ingredients back home, but nothing ever tasted this rich.
'It probably only tastes this good because I haven't eaten in days…' that's what I told myself, anyway. Still, my hand dipped the spoon back into the pot before I could think twice.
"Well? Do you like it?" His tone was calm, but the corner of his mouth curved in a way that made me want to lunge across the table and punch him.
The collar around my neck suddenly pulsed faintly, reminding me of its presence.
