Not A Small-Town Girl

meals for Danielle in the future.

Danielle looked at the six dishes on the table. They were all home-cooked dishes, but most importantly, they were her favorite.

It struck Danielle how thoughtful David was-even her own family hadn’t paid this much attention to her preferences. She wasn’t fussy about food and simply ate whatever was put in front of her.

"It looks delicious," Danielle remarked. Each dish was simple but comforting-the kind of classic home-cooked meals she loved. Her family never knew these were her favorites, but this man did.

"Try this," David said, placing a piece of perfectly deboned fish onto her plate.

Danielle took a bite of the fish, her eyes meeting the man’s captivating gaze. He looked at her with a flicker of nervous anticipation.

’Did he actually make all of these?’ Danielle wondered. Seeing the eager look in David’s eyes, Danielle didn’t hesitate to offer her praise. "It’s delicious," she said.

Relieved and overjoyed, David’s lips spread into a bright smile.

"Did you prepare all these dishes alone?" Danielle asked, staring at him with her beautiful eyes.

David nodded. "I’m glad you like it," he said as he served food to her plate.

"I never imagined you’d be such a great cook," Danielle said warmly. She wasn’t good at cooking, so she couldn’t help but admire those who were.

"I learned to cook for you," David said bluntly. "As long as you like it, I’ll cook for you more often."