Cold Man And Miss Stone
8. Macaroni [REVISED]

"But I'm waiting for the humans to come." Emilia opened the window, and threw out the creature after pulling the needle loose. "Thus I know who sent him."

There's no one around here.

Just ....

Tok to tok.

"Ema."

He's responding to a signal from a sensor under the bed.

That's not Samuel, is it?

No. gabe. There was still a possibility, but it was small unless he knew Emilia's identity.

Emilia opened the door to her room. Staring calmly at Samuel who was now wearing only a black sleeping robe.

"Do you need anything?"

Of course Emilia had to act like she didn't know about the sensors under the mattress.

Eyes observing. "Yes." Yeah." And found nothing. "I'm having a little trouble sleeping. The drink you gave me back then, can you make me?"

"certain."

Emilia walked out without closing the door to her room. He had already pocketed a small box of the antidote, so there would be nothing.

"You haven't slept, Ema?"

"It's hard to sleep."

"Is your room uncomfortable?"

"Not really."

Emilia was a little hard to see because it was all dark and she didn't wear glasses. But his ears became sensitive to the rhythm of Samuel's steps.

Man is ... easy to read if he knows the formula.

If the expression cannot show, even footsteps can actually.

There was confusion, vigilance, questions in Samuel's step tone.

No bad intentions, at least from the sound.

Argantana is the prime suspect.

Sending a snake on the first night, it could be just making sure, it could be very serious.

Emilia's arms felt numb.

"Where's the spit?"

Samuel opened the cupboard above them and took out a few jars filled with spices. "Make it for you too if you want."

Her arm had just been injected with a chemical antidote, so Emilia did not need a natural remedy just yet. Just make one glass for Samuel, a spice tea given lemon juice and honey.

But ....

"I didn't know how to use this stove."

Emilia's gas stove doesn't have any, let alone an electric stove.

"Hot water you can take from here, actually." He pointed to a similar object of the refrigerator near the refrigerator. "It's called a dispenser. So just take the hot water from there."

So anyway.

The dispenser that Emilia had seen was old and not as luxurious as this.

Even though he was silent, he brewed a drink for Samuel.

"Have you?"

".... I'm hungry too."

He knows someone's after Emilia. And he intends to keep her here for a while.

"What should I cook?"

Samuel looked at the stove as if thinking. "I think I should also teach you some of the city's cuisine. I'm sorry, if you're offended. I mean—"

"I understand. Then?"

The man was silent for a moment. Then he opened the refrigerator without even touching the drink that Emilia made first.

Its clear. He doesn't need that.

"I think it can start with the instant one first. Cheese macaroni, how about that?"

"Just up to you."

"I'm taking you out to eat together, Ema. So tell me you don't like it."

"I don't know what macaroni is."

Emilia is not lying. He knows cheese and of course often eats if Mutia makes him a morning sandwich, but macaroni does not.

Not arrogant. Emilia has never eaten a steak in her lifetime, knows no taste for spaghetti, and has only eaten a cheeseburger once.

If she wants to talk to Emilia about the function one by one of the human anatomy, or about the brain's chemical reaction to emotions, or the composition of toxins from the lightest to the deadly, Emilia can.

If she's talking food, Emilia can't. He only knew the food he had seen in the village and the night market.

*

It turns out that there are people who do not know what macaroni is.

Samuel was confused whether he was surprised or laughing.

Indeed the village of Ema lives rather—or maybe very remote.

The entrance to it is full of holes and not paved, very far from the highway. If she leaves again, she doesn't have a television.

Don't have a cell phone. There was nothing like him until he unhesitatingly came along with Samuel only with a worn bag, a few sheets of clothes, and glasses as well as a thin notebook.

Maybe there are people who do not know macaroni?

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