Silence hung in the air, like clouds of smoke and for a moment, Choice thought of a way to reply to Ray.
"Welcome." Choice said.
Ray scoffed. "Really? Welcome? That's it?"
She shrugged with raised brows. "What do you want? Food? I can go prepare something for you."
"I don't want you in my kitchen," Ray stated, sternly walking toward her, his tone laced with steel. "And I certainly don't want food."
"Okay, I could put together some snacks for you, if you want." She offered.
His well-built body stood to a stop in front of her, his intimidating gaze down on her. The lights outlined perfectly the lines of his body under his expensive clothes. He looked like he was dressed to go receive an award, but Ray always dressed that way.
"I don't want snacks either." He said.
"What do you want
