Heath busied himself preparing the ingredients for the day. There were bound to be plenty of customers today, after all, so some ingredients could be prepared in advance. Others, however, could not; leaving them too long would affect their flavor. Still, any cook with some experience generally would not let that happen, and Heath considered himself a reasonably experienced cook.
"What are you cutting?" Just as Heath was concentrating on chopping vegetables, he suddenly felt something soft press against his back. Then a pleasant fragrance drifted into his nose, and he saw golden hair hanging beside his face. His hand shook, but fortunately, he was composed enough not to cut himself.
Naturally, the person who had suddenly hugged him from behind could only have been Cynthia.
After Heath and Cynthia had made their relationship official, he had given her permission to enter the lounge and kitchen of his food truck.
"Ahem, I was just cutting potatoes." Heath coughed twice. That little rascal Zoroark had not even warned him. He had been so focused on chopping that he really had not noticed when Cynthia came in, which was why she had startled him. Of course, once the fright passed, a hint of intimacy took its place. Cynthia was very light and soft, like a large body pillow, and she smelled lovely. There was an indescribable fragrance about her, though he did not know whether it was perfume or something else.
Heath had once heard a claim that if someone could smell a girl's natural scent, it meant that his genes had chosen her, and that the two of them were very compatible on a genetic level. Heath had no idea whether that was true, though.
But he really did think Cynthia smelled lovely.
"Huh? Potatoes? But why are you soaking them