"Eat up, that's someone else's business," Bernard Taylor said as he served her a bowl of soup. Everyone has their own story, everyone has their own emotions, and they're just ordinary people who can't take care of everyone.
"Mhm," Avery nodded.
After dinner, Bernard drove Avery home, and Avery went to sleep after she got home.
She slept comfortably all afternoon, and when she woke up, it was already evening.
She saw a message from Bernard telling her to call him when she woke up. She checked the time, and it was already 6:30 PM, so she called Bernard. He answered after just one ring, "Awake now? What are planning to eat tonight?"
"Hmm, I'm thinking of just making some noodles at home." Avery didn't want to go out or change her clothes, lazily responding.
