After his failed breakfast attempt, Raf decided to give her some space. A time for her to miss him, he thought. If she still felt something for him, he was sure that his absence would create a void in her life.
She would eventually think about him and yearned for him. That was his logical thinking working overtime.
"Do you agree with me, boy?" He explained this logic to Baxter, who barked at him once before the dog returned to his docile position. He was not sure if Baxter agreed with him or not.
"I am sure that my plan will work." He again spoke to his dog, but this time, Baxter ignored him.
"What plan, Uncle Raf?" Xavier, just on time, walked into his living room, still in his pajamas and hardly alive just yet, as he made a big yawn.
"Oh, I thought you were still sleeping." Raf looked at his nephew, unaware that he was already listening to his monologue.
