“I’m home,” Jake called, knowing that Sally would be in the house. He had stopped by the restaurant where he worked to tell her that he was leaving but was told that she had gone home.
“Welcome. I’m in the kitchen.” She replied, so he headed towards the kitchen to meet her.
“Hey. You left work early.”
“Yeah. I wanted to be here when you left to bid you goodbye.” Sally said, biting into an apple. Jake’s eyes softened at this, and he gathered her into his arms. At times like this, Sally found it difficult to believe that he was not in love with her. The way he acted tenderly with her and the look she sometimes saw in his eyes confused her, but she could not be sure until he said the words.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it. I feel weird leaving you all by yourself.”
Sally ch
