Arriving at the room, Phoebe walked to the table near the couch and put the tray containing the breakfast menu there. She glanced at Travis, who was standing by the window with his back to her, staring outside. The woman felt that something was different, feeling that her lover was cold again because he usually always greeted her or cheered her when they were in the same room.
"Medicine and food are ready, you should eat immediately," she said.
"Later, I'm not in the mood," Travis whispered without turning his head.
Phoebe sighed, confused that Travis had been the one asking for food and medicine. She tried to approach her lover, slowly feeling his back which looked broad. The woman was nervous, her hands even trembled slightly when she touched her lover's back until she slowly hugged him from behind.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"What for?" Travis asked, glancing at Phoebe's arms now wrapped around his stomach.
