Freyja paused for a long time outside the door, listening to the sizzling sound of hot oil from inside, her hand on the doorknob, yet she couldn't bring herself to turn it.
It wasn't until the neighbor next door started opening their door, seemingly ready to leave, that she summoned the courage to push the door open.
"Welcome back, the meal is ready."
The same greeting as always, Freyja hesitated for a moment, "I'm back."
"Do you want to watch 'Campus Comedy' or 'Death Tracking'?" Ash placed the dishes on the long table, getting ready tonight's dinner-time video on the Knowledge Screen.
