The next morning, as Stina descended the stairs, she spotted Lucas sitting at the dining table, relaxing over his breakfast. In the kitchen, a new maid was busy at work.
Noticing her, Lucas spoke in his usual calm tone, "I haven’t stayed in this house much before, but that might change. It’s good to have someone keeping things in order."
Stina nodded and took a seat across from him. "Yeah, that’s a good idea," she replied.
She took a bite of her sandwich, only to see Lucas’s brow furrow slightly.
"What’s wrong?" she asked, puzzled.
Lucas gave her a slightly disapproving look, pulling out a napkin and handing it to her. "Clean it up," he said, pointing to the corner of her mouth.
Stina: "…"
After breakfast, Lucas offered to drive Stina to work. She felt a bit awkward—back when she li
