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Ricky

"Oh...."

Ricky staggered.

In his hand, was a piece of paper written with huge and bubbly letter saying "Thank you. My name is Irya'." with a little heart at the end of the sentence.

He stared, wondering whether this day was the best day of his life. Did he do anything good these past few days? He didn't bully anyone and didn't hook up with anyone so maybe that counts.

Still, he brought the piece of paper close to his chest. He didn't care whether the sweets, along with the whole tray disappeared or something, what he knew is that he was happy that night.

He then proceed to walk to the kitchen stove as he noticed a big pan was placed on it when he first entered the kitchen. He opened the lid.

"Tonight's dinner is grilled chicken, huh? That looks delicious."

He grinned, excitedly looking at the mixture of largely cut chicken breast, potatoes and asparagus drizzled with olive oil and some black pepper. The surface was slight