Anna sat across from Ricard at the dining table, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Every time Ricard looked at her, Anna felt as though she were sinking into a romantic love story. Ricard picked up a piece of salmon and gently placed it in Anna's bowl, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smile. Every gesture of his radiated calmness and thoughtfulness, making it impossible for Anna to look away.
"Ricard, your cooking is wonderful," Anna whispered, her voice filled with sweetness. "I never imagined that a busy man like you could cook so well."
Ricard simply smiled, his eyes shining with gentleness. "I only made the simplest dishes," he replied modestly. "As long as you like them."
