The ride back to Jun's condo was extremely silent. When they reached home, Jun straightaway headed into the kitchen and randomly started pulling stuff out of the fridge.
Ai remembered that after the night they spent in the swing, Jun had similarly prepared a feast the next morning. She figured it was his way of distracting himself from all the confusion and stress piling up within him.
She stood by his side and saw him cutting the veggies in complete silence. His gaze and expression seemed devoid of any emotions or thoughts that might help in understanding what he felt at that moment.
Ai kept quiet for several moments and asked in a hushed tone, "Do you want to talk to me?"
Jun didn't reply. He switched on the stove and poured oil into the pan resting upon the flame. The sizzling sound of the chopped onions frying in the oil echoed in the air. His hand swiftly moved as he marinated the chicken with yogurt and spices.
