“I think I know what your love language is,” Ximena suddenly spoke, having silently watched Oliver while he was cooking. It was autumn, and every autumn he would get out all his pumpkin-related recipes and throw the finished products at his friends, even if they didn’t particularly like pumpkins. He would figure out a way to make them like it, even if that meant repeating recipes and tweaking them to their liking. They had all gotten used to it at some point, and Ximena had started to join him every autumn by sitting and watching him. She definitely wasn’t going to help him to Oliver’s annoyance.

“Where is that topic coming from?” Oliver asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, stopping with chopping the carrots.

“I don’t know, Haru and I were talking about it, we weren’t sure about you and Max. I’m still debating on whether to say Max has an acts of service kind of love language or just physical touch, but you are definitely an acts of service kind of guy,” She shrugged, returning her gaze to her phone again, playing another dumb cat game she had found.

Oliver chuckled at that, taking a grip on the knife again and continuing to chop up the carrot. It honestly didn’t surprise him that Ximena and Haru talked about that, those two probably never ran out of topics to speak about, one of them would get distracted from the topic and start a whole new one. “I am not going to confirm or deny that, Iria would probably know the answer to that better. I am not in the mood for self-reflection at the moment… And what about you and Haru? Haru is probably more on the physical touch spectrum, right?”

He immediately noted the change in Ximena’s behaviour, she was shifting in the barstool, keeping her eyes on the phone instead of looking at him while he talked. That was one thing he always noticed whenever someone said love and Haru in one sentence, which was why he made it an effort to...