Liesel avoided Anthony’s direct gaze, her eyes darting to the side, unwilling to confront the question he left hanging.
Instead, she shoved a sealed garbage bag into his hands, resting against the wall corner.
“Perfect timing. Help me throw out the trash and grab me some hand-pulled noodles from downstairs. Oh, and there’s a watermelon vendor around this time—bring one up, too.”
She hadn’t finished tidying up yet and couldn’t afford to let him in now.
Anthony’s expression darkened as he refused to take the bag. “Let me in first!”
They had worked together for a while now, and he was adept at reading Liesel’s subtle expressions.
As Anthony moved to push past her into the apartment, Liesel rubbed her temples and blocked his way.
“I got drunk last night. Emptied my stomach. I’m starving
