UNO
An older woman was standing in front of the Herrera residence, banging on the doorbell. She might have been waiting for minutes and lost patience.
I talked to her in Korean, asking if she needed anything from Martin or Mysty. She handed me an eco-bag and told me to give it to Matt because it was his order. I thanked her as I peeked inside the bag containing take-out boxes. The smell of food filled my nose; it smelled like Kimchi.
I walked past the gate and shut it behind me. The front door appeared, so I turned the handle and pushed it. I saw Mysty's back as I entered the living room; she sat on a dining chair, her head slightly bowed from where I was standing.
"Baby, here's Matt's order; where shall I put it?" When she didn't answer, I placed the food on the living room coffee
