"That brought a smile to her face. 'We may have more in common than we think. Best food?" Mia said.
This time, he was the one who paused to think about his answer. It might sound a bit weird if he told her that he doesn't have a favorite food. Sometimes, he barely ate, especially when he was working and had a deadline to meet.
"Come on, it's not that difficult," she urged.
Sighing, he responded, "I don't have one. Tell me yours, and it might end up as mine too."
She chuckled, "Come on! That's not possible. There will be food that appeases your taste buds. Something you can eat any season or any time."
"There is none. I eat when I feel hungry, that's all."
She gasped. "Then you are missing out on a lot without knowing."
He groaned with a small smile on his face, "I guess I have to find out."
"I will make something for you that will soon become your favorite."