Tyrone's lips curled into a smile as he looked at her.
Carla was taken aback at first, but as she realized he wasn't wearing his gold-rimmed glasses, her surprise faded.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Tyrone seemed a little cautious, wanting to kiss her but holding back, as if he had done something wrong. "I missed you," he murmured.
Carla sat up without a word, the room enveloped in silence.
Seeing her reaction, Tyrone immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean it. Look, I brought back the cookies you made! I didn't throw them away. Don't be mad, okay?"
Carla finally noticed the cookies he was holding—the ones she had thrown in the trash that morning.
"They're not edible anymore," she said. "They've been sitting out for too long."
The light that had flickered i
