"Come in."
The door pushed open. It was Dante. In his hands, was a wooden tray of food and drinks.
"Good morning," he greeted her with a kiss as he carefully placed the tray down on the bed.
"Good morning," Laina replied with a shy smile.
Dante could not help but grin, "After being together for so long, you still look like a blushing bride every time I kiss you. Why is that?"
Laina punched him on the arm as she looked away, hiding her face from him in embarrassment.
"That's just how I am," she defended herself as she folded her arms.
"I never said it was a bad thing, my dear," Dante quickly replied, "I say it with love."
Looking at the spread he had prepared for her, it was hard for Laina to stay mad at him. But the thought still lingered in her mind.
"Dante."
"Yes?"
"Can you stay?" she asked hesitantly.
