"Come on, the few dishes she makes, I can guess what they are without thinking, nothing more than spicy chicken, seafood vermicelli pot. Although they are delicious, I don't like these dishes at all."
The bitterness in my heart kept spreading. I stood outside the door for a long time until the topic inside changed.
After bringing Aston back home, a table of cold dishes went straight into the trash can.
The next day, a sober Aston acted as if nothing had happened, only apologizing to me.
"Sorry, Kyra, I drank too much last night because of my friend's hospitality. I will make it up to you by cooking for you in a few days."
I thought this perfunctory promise would never be fulfilled as before.
But today, Aston took the initiative to bring it up.
It seemed that his reunion with his ex-girlfriend was destined.
People were coming and going around, Aston's eyes were red, and the reflection in his eyes was only that of a person with a bright smile.
"Aston."
After a while, Aston spoke in a lost manner.
"Where do you live? I'll take you."
Elise James shook her head slightly.
"No place to live."
Aston tentatively asked, "Then, stay at my place first?"
"Okay."
"No."