Thomas closed the door tightly, while Leona was sitting helplessly on the sofa in that room.
It was supposed to be a longing meeting where the two hugged to each other to express their longing, but Thomas was so distant.
Soon, he unpacked a towel from Leona's shopping bag. He took out a shirt he brought along with him which was neatly folded by Kiki and were finely arranged in a simple wardrobe of that simple house.
Leona shuffled to pick up what was handed to her rudely. "Thom, do you want me -?" but her words were cut off.
"Your clothes are damp. Put on a dry one, then we talk," His words were as cold as ice, still avoiding to gaze at her.
Leona was standing on her feet for quite some time hoping Thomas would look at her even a glance. She wanted to talk with him. Instead, he looked busy.
