Gio narrowed his eyes at Lisa, suspicion burning in his gut. "Who exactly are you?" he repeated, his voice cold as steel. "I don't believe for a second that you're here just to cook me dinner."
Lisa's smile faltered, her eyes darting around the room. "I'm sorry, Gio, if I've offended you. I really didn't mean to. I just wanted to prepare you something before you return home," she whispered, fiddling with her fingers.
Gio took another step towards her, the frown on his face wiped off within a second.
Gio's expression softened, his hand lowering from his gun. "Lisa, I appreciate the gesture, but you can't just break into my house like this," he said, his voice a little gentler than before. "Why didn't you just call me?
Lisa sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "I didn't want to bother you," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "And I thought this would be a nice surprise."
