***Writer's POV****
Layla had prepared the dishes on the table already. She was waiting for Carlos' arrival. She wished for him to have his dinner so that she can go upstairs to prepare for tomorrow.
Then, she heard footsteps approaching. She heaved a breath of relief.
"Good evening master" she bowed.
"Hmm" was Carlos simple response.
He just stole glances from her and sat down.
He started to eat slowly. Layla was feeling uneasy. She only wished she could just shove the whole meal into his mouth at once.
Even Carlos noticed her expression. He dropped his fork and raised his head to stare at her.
"What is going on?" He asked. Layla raised her eyebrows, giving Carlos a questioning look.
"Huh?" She asked.
"You look like you're rushing to go somewhere" he said.
Layla shook
