In the middle of the night, around 2 in the morning, Zella slide out of the bedroom, and went out of the door. She found a hard time sleeping, and a cup of milk would set it right. When Zella was trudging towards the kitchen, she halted upon seeing a familiar silhouette of a man.
Leo scooped up some milk from the jar and let it settle on a hot water. She stood there, at the door frame, and Leo looked up, surprised for a bit. The hem of her clothes was the same, and he knew it is Zella. Leo stirred the milk while calling out, "You don't have to hide from me. I know you wake up at the middle of the night, and settle with milk to get sleepy."
Zella approached the counter slowly, reached out for a cup, and retrieved the containers of coffee and milk. Leo leaned down at the side, drinking it while it's hot, and stared at Zella's bare face. She looked beautiful.
Zella never failed to amuse Leo at even the slightest thing.
