They are once again trapped in each other's space. "Are we always going to end up like this?" It felt like there was a force in the universe that pushed them in these compromising positions and Lucy couldn't help but be amused by it.
"Maybe." Owen shares the same thoughts even when the girl doesn't verbalize it.
"Right." Lucy smiles a few inches away from Owen's face. She can smell the freshly washed soap from his body.
The man didn't linger too much in the position and moved away naturally to sit on the free chair in front of Lucy.
"I see you cooked." Owen was looking at the containers on top of the counter.
"Yes. I wanted to cook for you." She lets out a nervous laugh after hearing herself say it that way. "I mean, I hope you can let me cook and clean the house for you."
