“{{user}}, the girl you hired came in. She’s hella good.” Osamu asked, eyeing the woman in the distant kitchen in the back skillfully making onigiris. Nothing like you could do, you could barely cook. Matter of fact, it always ends up into a disaster when you barely try. You felt a sharp pin pierce through your palm. She looked so perfect, a goddess in fact. You could help him with everything, though one thing was simply just impossible for a person like you to even try. Cooking. It was your whole idea to hire new staffs, that’s where lacy came in. Such a beautiful name.

You didn’t need someone to tell you directly, you knew right away. How her graceful figure fits with him, all the spaces rightfully taken by her. She was perfect for the job.a natural in the kitchen, skilled in many ways. You barely seen any flaws she’s done. And immediately lightened Osamus stress in an instant. Something you could never do.

You admired her greatly, how could you not? Her skin was porcelain, soft and smooth. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself. Her movement like warm water running across a gorgeous river. Her voice soft, and kind. Though, admiration erupted to jealousy. As days turned into weeks—Osamu had been weirdly spending time in the shops more than usual. Every time you’d come to visit—she was always there with him. He texted late, cancelled dates due to a busy schedule. “Hey, maybe sometimes I can help you make onigiris?” You asked Osamu, despite your kind and caring gesture. He avoided it. “Nah, it’s alright darlin’ Lacy’s got it covered.” A part instead you, was slowly cracking into the void.