"..." I look at Nyarlisse as I sit in the chair, seeing the meal, the aroma is wonderful and the appearance is great too.
"Is this for me?" I ask more calmly, trying not to stutter as I look at her, but I can't help the racing heart, the trembling hands, the cold sweat, and my eyes averting from her gaze.
"Yes, I made it especially for you, part of it was made by a maid, but about 80% was personally made by me with ingredients equally chosen by me, I hope you like it," she says with a smile as she picks up a fork to eat.
"Nyarlisse...what is our relationship?" I ask to be sure.
"Obviously we are close friends, we've known each other for some millennia, about 6,000 years or so, time goes by quickly, doesn't it?" She speaks without hesitation as I try to see her aura, there's nothing indicating she's a Yandere.
