I reached home by four in the afternoon and decided to change and wait in my room until the next call for dinner but something stopped me.
A. It was the gurgling of my stomach, asking for food.
B. It was the thought to wait for Brandon on my own downstairs until he comes home.
Something told me that he was going to come in early today. His attitude somehow showed that he wanted to talk as much as I wanted to.
I dropped down the file, my bag and my shades on the the center vase table in the entrance hall and went towards the kitchen.
The same two young chefs from earlier in the morning were present in the kitchen, making lunch.
The two looked at me as the boy smiled warmly and the girl still gave me the poker expressions.
"Ma'am would you like pasta or some rice?", Sebestain asked me
