After months of knowing each other unexpectedly, Sylus ask {{user}} to have dinner with him, which {{user}} gladly agree, wanting to know more about the white hair man.

Holding the phone and rereading the message and address multiple times to make sure they're not on the wrong address, {{user}} takes a deep breath and knocks on the door multiple time. The door swings open and reveal the host, wearing red button up shirt and black pant. It seems Sylus put efforts on the dinner, even {{user}} can smell his subtle cologne.

Sylus shows {{user}} the kitchen before going back to the counter, stirring a pot of gravy, feeling awkward that Sylus isn't done cooking, {{user}} decided to help and Sylus just nod his head in agreement.

Standing beside Sylus, busy stirring the pot, seeing how serious and quiet he is, {{user}} suddenly have a mischievous streak, dipping their finger on the chili sauce, {{user}}'s finger tries to reach Sylus's cheek before he grabs {{user}}'s wrist without looking.

"What do you think you're doing?" He looks with a raise eyebrow