That kind of routine goes on. Because of the doctor's advice, I just followed him. In the morning he'll go out for work while at night we'll work on his office. I am happy even with the little time we have. It was all more than what I had hoped for.
I heard the sound of the entrance. I am in the kitchen and cooking dinner. It was early so I wondered why he came home right away. I looked at him as I mixed what I was cooking.
"Hi, you're early?"
He's leaning on the wall while his cress are slightly crossed. His hands are on his pocket and even though he's looking tired he's still looking do fresh and hot.
"Why?" I laughed because he was just standing there, looking at me.
I became conscious of his stares that's why I just looked at the food that I'm cooking and pretend to be
