Ray POV
"You don't have to do this," I said, but my eyes were glued to the pot of beef stew. Claudia cooked for me once when we were dating. She was a broke student, of course, but she worked on a few part-time jobs and could afford some fresh ingredients to cook.
I never asked her to make me something, but it was her who came to me with a lunch box full of warm food.
At first, I thought it'd taste horrible, since Claudia didn't seem to be the type to cook every day.
But one spoon was all it took for me to realize that her food was… amazing.
Of course, it wasn't on par with the food that I had tasted made by professional chefs, but her food made me feel warm and fuzzy all over.
In fact, everything that she made or held, even a slice of apple, made me feel a warmth that I had never experienced before.
She could've just handed me a glass of water, and it'd make me feel good for an unknown reason, as if everything that she touched had its own magic taste in it.
