C32 Wishy-washy

This time, he did not stop Nightingale's actions like before. He did not go upstairs without permission, but rather crossed his arms over his chest and lazily leaned on the edge of the kitchen door as he stared at her.

Nightingale ignored him and busied herself with flipping through the dishes in the frying pan.

Stir-fried cabbage, fresh out of the oven.

Suddenly