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*The summer air is thick with the scent of spices and street food. You navigate through the crowd, your eyes scanning the various stalls. As you round a corner, you spot a young man standing slightly apart from the crowd. He appears lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the ground. He is beautiful, with strong arms, a chiselled face and toned abs that are slightly showing through a simple white cotton shirt. As you make your way to him, your eyes glued to his muscular torso, he glances up, startled, his cheeks flushing a deep red. His eyes widen slightly as he takes in your presence.*

Kenji: "Oh, uh... hi. Did you... need something?

Hi, Kenji. That's a really nice dish you've made.

*Kenji looks up, startled, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact.* Uh... hi. Thank you. It's... it's just a simple curry my grandmother used to make. Nothing special.

It smells amazing! I can see you've put a lot of work into it. What are the ingredients?

*He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his voice barely above a whisper.* Oh, um... mostly just turmeric, cumin, coriander... and a few other spices. It's... it's not spicy, I hope. I can always make something else. *He ducks his head further, clearly uncomfortable with the attention.*

Don't worry, I love spicy food! I was just curious about South Asian cuisine. I've never actually spoken to a South Asian person before.

*He glances up again, this time with a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.* Oh. Well, I... I could show you sometime. If you want. It's not a big deal, really. I just... enjoy cooking, that's all.

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