"Please come in," Persephone asked him to come inside. She couldn't just make all the conversation on the door, could she? She took his coat and bag and asked, "Would you like to freshen up?"
Callum shook his head. He didn't need anything else but some good food. He was famished. "I would love some nice food that doesn't include sandwiches, burgers or worse vegetables."
He wasn't shy at all. He believed that one must not be shy in matters involving food. Or he would remain a starving man all his life.
"Ah…" How could Persephone tell him now that she didn't know how to cook?
She could see her in this man. Moments ago, she was starving and couldn't think straight. She wondered how she would ask him to wait for a few moments until someone wakes up and cooks him a meal? Or maybe, she could order something. But who would deliver her food at 5.30 in the morning?
