"See you later, Linda," Abigail bade as she watched Jose follow the guest out of the house.
She breathed out. Finally, she wouldn't feel less of herself anymore after being dressed as a maid during their formal meeting.
Abigail walked to the kitchen, she could feel her stomach grumbling and knew what it wanted. It was noon already and she was yet to have anything in her tummy.
Abigail opened the pot seeing pasta. Did Jose make another one? She thought, taking a spoon and tasting from the pot of pasta.
Definitely, Jose made this pasta. It doesn't taste bad except being salty.
Abigail heard the sound of tires screeching and she imagined the guest to have left.
She finished serving herself the pasta when she heard Jose call her.
Oh, yeah. He's gonna correct her for what she has no idea
