The next day,

'I just wanted to let you know that I felt better, you don't have to bring me any more food.'

After considering for a while Greta finally sent the message to Ryan's number. From the reaction he was given, it seemed that he didn't like doing that kind of thing for her and Greta didn't want to seem like an ignorant person.

She tapped her fingers on the table, waiting for Ryan's reply. She didn't know why she was expecting Ryan so much to say something like,

'Are you sure? I'll come over there to make sure you're all right.'

But until Greta finished her coffee, there was no reply from Ryan at all. She let out a long sigh, then hit her head a few times. She didn't understand why suddenly such feelings came to her.

'Come on Greta! Clear your head! Don't fall in love easily! Look what Mike has done to you!'

Unable to stand the debate in her head, Greta limped to the sink and washed her face until the shirt she was wearing was almost half wet.

With her face and clothes that were still wet, Greta walked limply around her spacious kitchen, looking for tissues. Before she could find one, the doorbell rang.

Greta frowned, she wasn't expecting anyone to come. Curious, she walked slowly towards the door and peered through the small hole there.

"No way!" Greta covered her mouth with a surprised face when she saw someone who was standing at her door.

With no doubt, Greta opened the door, following her hunting instincts that she forgot about her wet face and clothes.

Ryan looked surprised, he stared at Greta for quite a long time.

"What are you doing? Why you look so wet?" Ryan asked stiffly.

Greta looked down at her T-shirt with a flushed face. She quickly ruffled her hair, then put on a straight face again.

"It's not your business, what are you doing here anyway? Didn't I text you already?"

With a smirk, Ryan took out his cell phone from his pocket, then opened the message from Greta.

"I just read your message," he mumbled as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Greta was silent, she felt embarrassed because she had thought that Ryan had come after reading her message.

"Well, since I'm already here, here's some food for you," Ryan held out a black paper bag with written 'The Food Theory' on it.

"The Food Theory? Did you buy it there? I heard their food is delicious? But I've never tried it," grumbled Greta suddenly feeling excited.

Instead of answering, Ryan looked at Greta from head to toe making her stare at him irritably.

"What are you doing! You perverted!" Greta snapped, covering her breast with her free hand, she hadn't had a chance to put on a bra.

Ryan didn't react, a few moments later he let out a long sigh and nodded. "You look fine, I'll leave then..." he said as he turned around and prepared to leave, but Greta's handheld him. Ryan turned his head, staring at Greta's hand that gripped his arm.

Greta, who didn't realize what she was doing, immediately let go of Ryan's hand and scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Um, sorry I thought there were ants on your arm, alright then, I'll go inside," she said then quickly entered the apartment and closed the door tightly.

She peeked into the small hole in the door, and she saw Ryan still standing with a slightly confused face. But a few seconds later he turned around and walked away from there.

Greta sat on the floor beating her head several times, regretting what she had done earlier. She shouldn't have held Ryan's hand back then, He would think badly of her after that incident.

Greta has always been weak when it comes to men. She could easily fell in love with someone who was her ideal type. Including when she first started a relationship with Michael Mayer, the son of the American president who had hurt her. She gave all her love and heart that she planned a wedding with him, but it turned out that she had been betrayed from the start.

Greta shook her head a few times, trying to shake off the sudden pain in her chest. With one swift movement, she got to her feet and walked towards the kitchen.

She opened the paper bag from Ryan and was surprised to find not only a box of ravioli but also a box of patches with the words 'to relieve joint pain' in front of it.

Greta closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again, trying to shake off the strange feeling in her head. She had promised herself not to fall in love or be in a relationship with any man for the next three years. She wanted to challenge herself, and get rid of that 'falling in love easily label' from her.

*****

A month later,

"Look! I got a very high score for the practice test for cooking foie gras! You guys would be addicted if you tried it!" grumbled Greta as she made a video call with her family.

She was so happy because she had just finished her short class education after studying for almost nine months.

"Have you gotten a reply from The Food Theory?" Amy asked after Greta finished talking to her family. Greta nodded cheerfully, "Yes, they asked me to come today for an interview," she replied casually.

Amy patted Greta lightly on the shoulder, "You better do it well so we can do an internship together! I'm going home! I have something to do, bye!"

Greta waved her hand to Amy's back. She took a deep breath, nervous about the interview. She had been preparing for the questions long ago. She was more than ready to go into the culinary business and she firmly believed that she would succeed and made her parents proud of her achievement.

By taking a taxi Greta went to The Food Theory which was not far from her apartment. She dresses up as beautifully as possible to get a good impression and get accepted to work there.

After paying the taxi meter, she entered the building and headed to the top floor. The Food Theory was a very luxurious fine dining restaurant that sold views from a height as its product. That's why it's located on the top of the skyscraper.

Arriving at The Food Theory or more commonly called TFT, Greta was greeted by a tall, beautiful and blonde host who took her to an empty VIP room.

"Our chef will come in a moment, please wait in here," said the host with a nameplate that read Gabby.

Greta thanked her and sat down restlessly. Her mouth was muttering to memorize the ingredients of the featured menus on TFT, even though she didn't know whether they would be asked or not.

Soon the VIP room door was pushed open and a person in black chef shoes entered the room. Greta was too nervous to look him in the face, she just looked down as she watched the pair of legs approach her. Until suddenly,

"Greta?"

A familiar voice made her look up, a voice she had forgotten for the past month.

"Ryan?! What are you doing here?!"

*****