Next morning as Melissa sat around of breakfast table, she picked the cereal in the bowl as a frown tugged her lips downwards. Last night she had slept before even Asher could enter the room. She didn't know how to face him. One; she could not tell him anything like Salah had said and two; she wanted to and when she couldn't, that was drawing Asher away from her. She didn't know what to do.
Melissa heard footsteps approaching the table and soon after that, Asher's scent invaded her nostrils as he sat on the chair opposite to her. He had still been sleeping when she woke up, besides him. "Salam Alykum." He greeted as Mrs. Gilbert served him two pancakes with syrup on it with two side strawberries and some bananas. Melissa inwardly smiled at his choice of breakfast, he said he had diabetes
