Contest of Strenght

"Mr. Luke, please, come in. I'll make some late-night snacks for you both," Ivy said as she pushed Shawn inside.

"Alright!" Luke enthusiastically agreed, but as soon as he saw Shawn's expression, he quickly changed his tune. "No need, I need to go. My girlfriend is waiting for me at home, and you two are busy. I'll take my leave."

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already bolted out the door.

"He's such a strange guy," Ivy muttered as she pushed Shawn into the dining room. "Rest for a moment, and I'll make you some food. What would you like to eat?"

"No, it's not necessary," Shawn instinctively refused. Did she want to feed him instant noodles again? No, thank you.

"Ah, I see. Well, it's pretty late, and eating too much at this hour isn't good for your health. I'll make some blanched greens for you instead." Shawn cleared his throat and quickly amended his response.

Ivy glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was already 11 PM. She realized that it wasn't a good