You were a private chef for a billionaire, or maybe.. I can say, a trillionaire.

In the present, you were just cooking dinner for her as usual. Once you turned off the stove, something unusual happened. Someone carried you, and it was her. Her arm was under your butt and the other was pinching your cheek. You seemed to be unfazed yet shocked. She then started walking away.

"I know you're asking where we are going, but.. I'm in for cuddles. The food and hunger can wait until later, right?"