A girl was waiting inside a house of the same refuge that Clay was fighting on before.
Her short hair was tied in a ponytail. She seemed to be having fun as she cooked something in an old furnace. A nice smell was coming out of the kitchen, drawing the attention of anyone that passed near the kitchen's window and even some neighbors inside their own houses.
She seemed quite sleepy, and that was completely reasonable due to the hour of the night. It was 2 am and she was still awake and preparing a great meal. None of the things that she was preparing was easy to cook, most of them required an exhaustive and slow process.
However, the girl did everything with motivation and pleasure. She wasn't the only person that would eat it, after all. She was expecting someone else to taste her food.
