Meesha and Xanqer sat at the dinner table, the soft clinking of utensils on plates filling the air. Meesha couldn't help but steal glances at Xanqer as he ate. His movements were precise, calculated, and elegant. He ate as if he were a king, savoring each bite with a sense of refinement and sophistication. Meesha, on the other hand, felt like a clumsy amateur, her movements haphazard and uncoordinated.

  She had always wondered how Xanqer could eat with such precision and elegance. It was as if he had been trained in the art of fine dining from a young age. Meesha, on the other hand, had never been taught how to eat properly. She had always just eaten without thinking, without considering anything.

  As she watched Xanqer, Meesha felt a surge of curiosity. She wanted to learn how to eat like him, so she asked, her eyes sparkling, "Xanqer, can you teach me how to eat properly? I want to learn how to eat like you."

  Xanqer looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, Meesha thought he would ignore her. But instead, he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

  "Very well." he said, his voice low and smooth. "Let's start with the basics. Hold your fork like this." He reached out and took her hand, positioning the fork in her fingers.

  Meesha felt a spark of electricity as his hand touched hers. She looked at his face and felt a surge of excitement, but suppressed it in.

  "This is the right way to hold a fork," Xanqer explained, his voice firm and instructive. "Your thumb should be at the rim of the fork, and your index finger should be on the edge. This will give you control and balance."

  Meesha nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest.

  "Now, let's move on to cutting," Xanqer said, his voice still firm. "Don't hold the knife like this," he said, taking her hand and positioning the knife in her fingers. "Your elbow should be elevated 60 degrees from the plate as you cut."

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  Meesha was dumbfounded. She never knew she needed maths to eat!

  She hated maths!

  But she was enjoying her sensation of being with Xanqer so she just smiled and nodded.

  She watched as Xanqer demonstrated the correct way to cut, his movements precise and calculated. Her eyes often darted and lingered on his face as he spoke.

  "You should always cut with the tip of the knife, not the side," he explained, his eyes locked onto hers. "And as you cut the steak, the fork should be inserted in the centermost edge of the area you're cutting."

  "Oh, okay," she replied. Meesha felt a sense of wonder. She had never realized that there were so many nuances to eating.

  "Now, let's try it," Xanqer said. "Cut the steak, and then eat it."

  "Okay," Meesha replied feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of trying something new. She carefully positioned the knife and began to cut the steak, Xanqer guiding her hand as she did so.

  As she cut, Xanqer explained the importance of using the tip of the knife, rather than the side. "This will give you more control and precision," he said, his eyes locked onto hers.

  Once Meesha had finished cutting the steak, Xanqer showed her how to insert the fork into the centermost edge of the meat. "Your wrist should be bent, and your elbow should not touch the table," he explained.

  Meesha felt stunned.

  Regardless, she nodded, her smile still plastered on her face.

  "Now, eat it," Xanqer instructed.

  "Finally!" Meesha exclaimed in her thoughts.

  She raised the fork to her mouth, but Xanqer stopped her. "No, put it back down," he said, his voice instructive.

  "What did i do wrong?" Meesha was taken aback, but she still did as he said. She placed the steak back down on the plate, holding the fork in her hand.

  "You don't just lift the fork like that," Xanqer pointed out. "It should be done like this." He took her hand and positioned it correctly, his touch sending a spark of electricity through her body.

  Meesha heart race quickened and her breath caught in her throat.

  She watched as Xanqer demonstrated the correct way to lift the fork, his movements precise and calculated.

  "As you raise the fork like this, your other hand with the knife should be positioned like this," he explained. "Your elbow should rest on the side of the table, and your wrist should be bent forward, and you should hold the knife with your fingers, not your hand."

  Meesha nodded. "Okay."

  "Now try it again," Xanqer said.

  Meesha carefully lifted the fork, following Xanqer's teachings. She ate the steak, Xanqer watching her with a critical eye.

  "How was it? Did i do it right?" Meesha asked, her eyes gleaming in anticipation.

  Xanqer's expression remained serious but Meesha thought she saw a hint of approval in his eyes. "It was okay."

  Meesha smiled brightly at him. "Yes, I'm a really good learner."

  As the days passed, Meesha finally mastered the art of fine dining and soon, she ate as perfectly as Xanqer.