Clara slowly stepped into the dining room, where Mr. K told her that the food was ready on the dining table.
Every now and then, Clara would cup her cheeks because she still felt embarrassed if she suddenly crossed her mind what happened in the room where Mr. K suddenly kissed her.
Clara sighed softly and tried to control her heart's beating, which was racing more and more rapidly.
"Ugh ... why does my heart keep beating fast, let alone seeing Kevin's face ...," said Clara when from a distance Clara could see the face of her lover.
Mr. K seemed to be sitting on his bench waiting for Clara to come to the dining table, with his gaze that could not be separated from Clara's eyes
"hmm ... did you cook all this?" asked Clara, who broke Mr. K's attention who stared at her non-stop.
"Ah ..., I cooked it for our breakfast this morning," said Mr. K while rubbing the nape of his neck, which is not itchy.
