The next morning when Aria got ready and went to the living room Travis was sitting on the dining table with the newspaper in one hand and coffee in another.
"Travis, I'm leaving," Aria said.
"It's not good to go to work on an empty stomach," Travis closed the newspaper.
"My office is very far from here, I don't know whether I will get a cab," Aria thought. If a cab is not available then she should ride a bus which takes two hours to reach her destination.
"I will drop you at your office. Quickly, order what you want to eat," Travis said in a stern tone. Aria ordered simple toast and scrambled eggs. She noticed Travis was intensely staring at her.
"What's the matter?" Aria asked, sipping the organic juice.
"You have lost some weight, didn't Uncle hire a chef to cook for you?" Travis knew that Aria cannot cook anything except instant noodles.
"Hmm, that lady cooks well, but I was so busy with the upcoming exhibition that I neglected my meals," Aria replied.
