We spent an hour playing with little Layla till she got exhausted and we gait back into the house.
The interior of the house was as homely, nostalgic and so welcoming as the exterior. Chris's home feels like a real home unlike my own which looks like a luxurious hotel. That makes me envious.
He leads me into the room I will be staying in for a week. Even though it's a guest room, it's more tastefully decorated than my parents' entire mansion.
I immediately took a quick shower, and a few moments later Casey knocked on my door and informed me dinner was ready.
It turns out Casey was halfway through preparing dinner before we arrived as dinner was already served at the table when Chris, Layla, and I stride back inside.
It felt foreign eating dinner with three other chairs on the dining table occupied since my family rarely eat together unless we got an important guest coming over.
