Twenty seven

After dressing up for work in a three-piece brown suit, I make my way downstairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work. As I walk down the stair, unlike usual, I see Vary dressed in a red skirt and a black three-piece suit with her full curly hair on full display, sitting on the dining table and sipping her cup of creamed coffee delicately.

I would have explained in details how impeccably breathtaking she is if I didn’t see that she was as dressed for work just as I am.

She seems to sense my presence and turns her attention to me. “Good morning, Keenan,” she greets, and a wide grin, which almost looks like a mocking gesture, plasters on her face.

“Morning?” I reply still suspicious about this entire morning dressing thing, “Are you going somewhere?”

She nods her head affirmatively. “I’m going to work.”

Now I feel like she’s trying to mock me.

I walk to the table and take my sit next to her position and pour myself a cup of creamed