I went inside their apartment, and gosh my eye's went dizzy, it was so clutter. The place is an ache to the eye. The only good thing here is the smell of food. She hurriedly pick up the laundry on the floor, and throw the dishes on the wash bin.
Then she prepare food.
It was a tuna pasta, with mozzarella on top, and a glass of orange juice.
"Eat." She said, while digging on her plate.
I did as she told, and my taste bud didn't fail me. It was one of the most deli of all food I had. This woman has a talent.
"Did you study culinary?" I asked.
"Oh for heaven sake, finally you talked. No I did not. My grandma thought me how to cook, she's Spanish so you know, spices and stuff." She said, while she serve another plate for me.
"Thank you." I scan the whole place. It's super small, I can't
