/Eliana's POV/
Opening the gate of my house, I went inside with expectation of him. He wasn't there. He left. Like always.
"Stop being dramatic, Eliana," I rubbed my face, "You wanted him to leave," scolding myself, I went to my bedroom. But a note on the kitchen table caught my attention. I picked it up and unfolded it.
<"I didn't poison it. Eat it before you go."> An unconscious smile appeared on my lips. I opened the plate, and it was lasagna, my favorite. Beside the plate, there was another note.
<"If you don't like this one, I made another. It's inside the microwave,"> I went to check if it was true, and it was. There was another lasagna in there. Not only lasagna but there was also a note.
<"You should learn how to trust people. Anyway, if you come this far, don't forget to eat at least one of them,"> I bit my low lip to prevent my chuckle.
"No, coffee," I pouted. At the same time, my door cracked open, and a tall man came in. "Seriously?" I sighed, rolling my eyes.
