Amora was pouring her heart and soul into preparing lunch.She did not have any high hopes since she came home to an empty house.
Nevertheless, she decided to try her luck and made a call.
To her surprise, the man agreed to come home.
Overjoyed, she gave in her best effort.
After half an hour, Amora heard the sounds of an engine humming outside.
Is he back already? She was so excited that she dashed out of the kitchen gleefully with a ladle and a pan still in her hands.
"Sebby, you're back."
The person standing outside the courtyard was none other than Kane.
He was wearing a khaki overcoat which accentuated his slender figure.
The sun shone on his impeccably handsome face, making it seem more surreal than ever.
"Uh-huh."
He mumbled a response, closed the door behind him, and strode into the house.
A wave of apprehension washed over Amora.
Well, he's back all right, but why does he seem pissed? Her lips twitched disapprovingly as she trailed behind him in a dejected manner.
"I made lunch.It's your favorite steak, spaghetti, and some calzone."
"Okay..."
Kane did not sound too enthused and made his way over to the living room.
Amora was rendered speechless.
Okay, so he's still mad at me.
It's okay,, I just have to continue cheering him up.
Amora padded back to the kitchen and wanted to serve the food that she had prepared once she was done cooking.
She was actually glad that he was willing to come home and have lunch with her.
Meanwhile, Kane made his way upstairs right away to take a shower.
He reeked of liquor and cigarette, and he did not wish for her to notice the smell.
Kane stepped into the bathroom and put his coat and car keys on the bed.
Amora came upstairs to look for Kane after she was done cooking.
Noticing that the bathroom door was closed off with the sounds of running water, Amora barged in.
"Sebby, are you taking a shower? Are you almost done? Lunch is ready" There was no response.
Amora thought maybe the sound of running water was too loud, and Kane could not hear her because of it.
Then, she walked over to the bedside and decided to just sort out the things he left on the bed.
Whoosh.
Just when she picked up the coat, a few things slipped out of the pocket.
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