The fragrant aroma of stir-fry seasoning emerging from the pan on top of the kitchen stove was unable to refocus Veronica's thoughts. Her fingers holding a knife moved with an irregular rhythm on top of the wooden cutting board, cutting vegetables with a gaze that occasionally stared blankly.
Vero's thoughts were still held back on the front porch. Leonardo's sudden sweet attitude, the way that man greeted her this morning, as well as the pair of hawk eyes that no longer radiated arrogance truly spun in her brain without stopping. This excessively fast change in Leo felt like a grand riddle she was unable to solve.
"Vero, please also cut the carrots a bit thinly, okay," instructed Diana, her mother, who was busy flipping the side dishes in the adjacent pan.
"Ah? Y-yes, Mother," answered
