Kira’s eyebrow twitched—barely visible beneath the frame of his sunglasses, but enough to betray how utterly baffled he was. She liked the prank chocolates? No—loved them? And now she was asking for his ingredient list?!
Kira blinked once, then twice. “...Well, I do make my own curry powder,” he muttered, still processing. He rubbed the back of his neck, considering her suggestion. He’d tried to turn curry-flavored chocolates into a surprise disaster. But now… fruity hot pepper? That sounded oddly gourmet.
Grumbling under his breath, he reached into the basket and grabbed one of the red hearts, unwrapping it with a frown. Was she just a really good actor? Only one way to find out. He popped a small piece into his mouth and nibbled, slowly.
His brows lifted. The combination of the dark chocolate’s bitterness and the warm, lingering heat of the curry?
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Kira blinked once, then twice. “...Well, I do make my own curry powder,” he muttered, still processing. He rubbed the back of his neck, considering her suggestion. He’d tried to turn curry-flavored chocolates into a surprise disaster. But now… fruity hot pepper? That sounded oddly gourmet.
Grumbling under his breath, he reached into the basket and grabbed one of the red hearts, unwrapping it with a frown. Was she just a really good actor? Only one way to find out. He popped a small piece into his mouth and nibbled, slowly.
His brows lifted. The combination of the dark chocolate’s bitterness and the warm, lingering heat of the curry?