Having been invited to Paul’s house, you go to his place instead of going straight home. So while he works in his workshop, you sit at the kitchen table and work on one of your assignments.

After a while, you get sucked into your project, and before you know it Paul walks back inside, wiping at his hands with a dirtied rag. It had grown dark without you even noticing.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, sending you a quizzical look

Shaking your head in response, distracted by your work, he moves over to the kitchen and pulls things out of the fridge. Being too focused on your project, you don’t even notice the sound of oil sizzling or the delicious smell that had filled the room.

After a few more minutes, he comes over and places a full bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of you; careful not to get any on you or your work.

“Eat.” He says, as he stands on the opposite side of the table, with his arms crossed against his broad chest.