Neilson’s POV—
I drag her to the Pantry which has been converted into a small kitchen now. I feel warm thinking that she actually thought of taking all the trouble to go and fetch homemade food for me. She asks me once confused, “Neil! Let me at least call Mom and ask her to make the food. Where are you taking me?”
I don’t reply instead I cover eyes with my right hand palm, wrapping my left arm around her thin waist as I lead her inside the pantry and then remove my palm from her eyes.
“Oh My God!” She covers her mouth in astonishment and then turns her body slightly to look at me in surprise!
“So is this what was going on since morning? How could you do so much in such a short time?” She wonders.
I lean on the door with my hands in my pocket. “there is everything you would need to ma
