Jonathan's POV

I woke up earlier to transform back into my original form and checked my drawer if her debit card was still there, I found it and also deleted some history on her phone's contact when I also found it. My phone was sitting on the floor and I picked it up. I put the blanket on her so that she won't catch a cold. The phone started to vibrate loudly and I was a little surprised when I looked at it. Last week was her birthday. Her sister or even her best friend didn't greet her, what's wrong? Do they even know that?

"Are you awake now...?" a groggy female's voice booms behind me and I lie down quickly and turn my back on her when I realized it was Angelica.

"No, why?" I lied, she nuzzled my back.

"Why does your back seem broad?" she asks.

"You're just dreaming, go back to sleep." she nods at my back and she puffs a big chunk of air at it, sending shivers down to my spine. Nevertheless, I thought of ideas on how to celebrate her birthday and looked through her contacts. Her best friend's number and her sister's number were in here too, I copied it on my phone and texted Madison.

She didn't reply afterward, I copied Angelique's number and texted her.

Did she just call me.... cranky boss?! I tighten the hold of my phone and it folds a little, I think I'll just buy another one. I looked back and saw Angelica snoring slightly, she must be exhausted from what she did and what just happened. I slept for an hour and woke up when my phone vibrated.

I turned off my phone and something shifted beside me, a hand slowly snaking my body and tightening.

"Why are you still awake, hmm?" Angelica's voice whispers at my back.

"What are you doing...?" she sighs and releases her hand from the hug.

"That voice..." her voice croaks, when she bobs her head up she screamed and pushed me off to bed.

ANGELICA'S POV

What just happened? I looked under the blankets and saw myself in clothes, I sighed in relief and looked at Jonathan. He's only topless, I looked around and never saw a glimpse of Nathan.

"Where's Nathan?" I put away the blanket and searched for him everywhere, he was gone again. He never said goodbye, I put my hands on my face and fixed myself, I looked at my phone. 5:20, I remembered that I'm not in my house and before I even left I went to the kitchen and opened the stove. Jonathan on the other hand wore clothes and followed me silently.

"What are you cooking?"

"Something I learned from one of my colleagues when I was still in college." I put a half kilo of pork and put water on it for it to boil, I chopped some white onions and some garlic. I readied some salt and pepper, including white sugar and soy sauce, and vinegar.

"It's boiling," he said.

"Let it be, there's still a lot of water left in there." he looks at me like I lied, "Go check it." Jonathan opened it and closed it.

"There's still water, I was just making things sure."

"Mhmm," I said as I looked for oil, nothing under the table. I looked up and saw it, but it was too high for me to get it. I looked at him.

"What?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Can you get that for me?" I pointed up and he didn't nod but still walked up anyway, he stood in front of me and reached it. His body touches mine, an electric feeling brushes through my body. Tickling my senses, what's this feeling? I cupped my cheeks and it felt hot, what's happening? Am I blushing?

"Here," when he looks down at me, the same spark darts through me and I blushed even more, "Are you okay?" Jonathan asked.

"Y-yes," what's happening to me, was it because he saved me last week and kept annoying me or what? I accidentally held the pot without using a pot glove and burned my hands.

"What happened?" he asked and grabbed my wrists, "You're hurt." he opened the tap and put my hands on it.

"I'm okay, the food," I said, Jonathan closed the stove and I heaved a sigh in dismay to myself.

"We'll do that later, just teach me how to," he says and he leaves me to grab something from the fridge, later on, he comes back with a bowl of ice water.

"You don't have to do this," I said and he hissed, "Fine, just let me do the tasting first." he nodded willingly and his expression was serious.

"What's the first step?"

"Does all the water from the pot evaporate?" I asked Jonathan to open it and nodded, "Remove the pork and put one spoon of oil and the garlic first." He did and the smell of garlic came out.

"And...?"

"Put the onions, mix it well. After a minute, put back the pork and mix it again." He didn't look back, but he rather focused on cooking and listening to my instructions.

"Done, what's next?"

"Put a half cup of vinegar and mix it thoroughly so that the flavor is well incorporated when the vinegar is near gone, put a cup of soy sauce and mix it again. Simple right? Just mixing," I said and I used my left hand to grab a spoon in their drawer.

"And is it done?" Jonathan asked.

"No, we have to taste it first." I grabbed a spoonful of the sauce and my nose scrunched and noticed the salt and pepper on the table. "Put this here." He takes it and puts it in, I put the spoon down, and before I even say something he cuts me off.

"Mix it again?" I smiled.

"Good, you're catching up quickly." I didn't notice myself patting his head and he looked at me wide-eyed when I realized what I had just done. I put my hand away from his head. But he lowers his head, giving me a suggestion to pat his head one more time. I hesitated for a bit and put it again to pat him, "Now continue cooking, put two spoons of sugar and mix it for five minutes before simmering it down."

"Okay," Jonathan said and I put my hand away from the bowl, I removed my hand from the bowl and the pain is not there anymore. I opened and closed my hands because my hand felt numb from the coldness. I rubbed my hands on my pants and grabbed the spoon again when he was done cooking it.

"Let me taste it again," I said and he swatted my hand with the unused spoon.

"Be hygienic," he said and I swat his hand back with the spoon that I used earlier.

"We can use the big spoon you used when cooking," I shooed him away from the pot and picked the big spoon up from the pot, and transferred the sauce to my spoon. I blow it gently because it might spill on the floor. When I tasted it, it tasted good. I moaned from the goodness of it.

"What did you just do?" Jonathan questioned.

"It's good, really good. Here." I transferred some more and blew it gently before I shove it in his mouth, he nodded happily when he tasted it himself.

"Yeah, it's good."

"Thank you," I said.

"No, thank you. If I just cooked it without knowing it, it might taste bad," he says and smiles.

"Well, we can just search it up on the net." We both chuckled and when we stopped he said something that caught my attention.

"Belated happy birthday, Angelica. Say, would you like to celebrate your birthday today?"

"H-how did you know?"

"You're my employee, of course, I should've known your birthday was last week. So, let's celebrate it?"

"Of course, sir!"

"It's just you and me," Jonathan averred. I don't know what's happening to my stomach. But it's fluttering like there's a butterfly in it. Is this... A date???