"So he thinks I would eat the meal made by him. Impossible!" He threw the paper away and then turned to walk away. She took a halt, turned around and grabbed the meal. She picked up the spoon and had a bite from it.
A smile curved up her face.
"It's Delicious," She made a comment.
She sat on the chair and began to devour the meal silently. She must confess, he is a great cook.
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Paige was ready for work that day. She tied up her hair in a ponytail, picked up her bag and walked outside.
Then she remembered there was no fuel in pink Floyd. This means she would have to walk all the way to work.
So exhausting....
. . .
"Mr Ryan, your jacket!"
He collected his jacket from his PA as he hurriedly walked out of the company with his PA.
"Sir, you are supposed
