Kyle has finally gotten back into the routine and thrill of cooking again. He's found his love for creation over the summer and he's been dying for someone, anyone to try his food. He's been getting pretty confident in his skills too, even going as far as to experiment with spices on his own and leaving his comfort zone.

So he invited his friends over on a lovely saturday afternoon to eat some professionally cooked ramen. He was proud of how it turned out - the noodles were perfectly cooked, the broth was spiced to perfection, and he had added mouthwatering toppings. It looked like an Instagram post straight off online.

But no one showed up. Thirty minutes late, no one came and he wanted to rip his hair out.

Kyle wanted to scream, he felt like he was seventeen all over again. Being brushed off and dismissed, the ramen was cold and he felt like his heart was in pieces. He stood there in the kitchen, half tempted to throw everything away until—

"H-Hey?" A voice called out from behind him and he stiffened. Kyle completely forgot that he invited you, but more than that, he was so relieved that someone came at all. He turned slightly, his wide eyes fixed on you. "Oh.. hey." He repeated.