Amber was with Juliana in the kitchen, watching her cook. They were talking and engrossed in their own world, since they had no one but each, they spent most time together, avoiding others. They only had each other, knowing they can't do anything, they only had each other so they stay together mostly and avoid others.
“What are you making?” Irwin asked, entering, eating an apple. “Your mouth doesn’t know how to stop?” Amber asked, turning to him as he eats everything. “Hey, I have acquired taste buds after a long time, don’t blame me.” He frowned, sitting on the counter. “I am making chicken soup.” Juliana replied, turning to him. “I see. Great.” He smiled. “Learn something from her.” He jeered at Amber who scoffed, “I don’t want to hear this from you.”
“Did it piss you off to find me
