As if realizing that he would have no choice but to spend the night with me in the wilderness, Ezrath suddenly became very quiet and awkward. He helped in the cooking but he did not speak unless necessary. He also kept his distance from me as if he was afraid of us touching.
I was trying to keep myself from laughing for several minutes but when he was about to reach for a potato near me, I grabbed it and purposely bumped on his hand. He reacted as if he was electrocuted and even took several steps back, his face as red as the tomatoes and bell peppers I was chopping earlier.
He started stuttering, "You- I- I'm sorry. I was just- The potato- I was..." This time, I could not take it and started laughing for a few seconds then I abruptly stopped laughing and looked at him with a smirk on my face.
