“Meow~” was the first sound greeting Amaya’s ears after the long tiring day at the cafe, “My baby Oreo,” not wasting a second she picks the munchkin up, kissing the top of its furry head and heads inside.
“Did you miss mommy? Were you a good girl all by yourself?” she began baby talk her kitty and after a while, she lays down with it on her belly patting her head, the events of today playing in her mind. Marc’s odd behavior, the almost kiss, and his no emotional reaction to her explanation.
Why did it feel like he wanted to kiss me? Would I let him? Gosh, what’s wrong with me? No, no, no, no, nothing is wrong with me…. it’s all him! He’s the one being weird and acting strangely…
And he’s so heartless, he doesn’t even appreciate the story behind the cake, I mean, he ASKED me about the ca
