Lena slept through the noon.
When she woke up, the rain outside had already gotten smaller. The sky was still dark, but the light on the ceiling was on, so she wouldn’t feel lonely when she opened her eyes.
There was nobody beside her on the bed, but she smelt the amazing smell of the braised chicken coming through under the door.
She knew it was Vincent cooking his specialty dish Coq au Vin. All of a sudden, she felt like she was back five years ago when she first met him.
Back then, she always enjoyed sleeping late on Saturday mornings after attending school for the whole week. Vincent would get up early and prepare lunch for her.
He didn’t know much about cooking. The French dish was the only thing he was good at. He cooked it every Saturday for her. They would then go to the bea
