However, as Joe looked at the simple pasta and salad in front of him, his appetite surged. A voice inside him whispered, "Skylar's cooking is the best."
Even without his memories, some subconscious habits surfaced unexpectedly. He enjoyed the atmosphere with them now. Just sitting together brought him an indescribable sense of happiness and comfort.
"Are you still okay with this food?" Skylar asked.
Given that they hadn't lived together for over three years, his eating habits must have changed. "Yes, it's delicious," Joe replied, unable to stop after his first bite.
After finishing the entire plate of pasta, he still felt a bit unsatisfied. "Is there more?"
Skylar hadn't anticipated Joe would eat so much. "I'll cook you another plate," she said.
"You used to make me pasta quite often?" Joe inquired.
Skylar reflected for a moment. "I really enjoyed making pasta. You used to like it a lot."
"Used to like it?" Joe raised an eyebrow subtly, considering that if he once liked it, he must love it now.
"I'm full. You don't need to make more," he said, noticing the weariness in Skylar's eyes.
She must be tired after just getting off a flight. He stood up and began to gather the dishes from the table, taking them to the kitchen to wash them as if it were second nature.
It felt almost instinctive, as if this task was ingrained in him. Skylar watched from the kitchen door, her gaze fixed on Joe.
It was as if time had rewound to over three years ago. Once Joe finished washing the dishes, he noticed Skylar still standing in the doorway, and an impulse surged within him to embrace her. The next moment, he wrapped his arms around her.
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