NARRATOR'S POV
The scent of spaghetti clings to the air, along with the aroma of the freshly baked bread and the chicken fillets. The clicking of the cutlery as it scrapes against the plates echoed throughout the room. In the head of the table sat Rachelle's mother and in her side was Rachelle, while Alexander sat right across the young lady.
"So tell me why you moved here Alexander?" the older woman asked as they eat.
Alexander could feel the food got stuck in his throat, swallowing hard he tried to come up with an excuse. Because if he told them that it was because if he told them the truth. That he moved because of Rachelle, this dinner will definitely be cut short. And the police will be knocking on his door later on.
