The Pasta and the Dance

“Coming.” She said as she came out of her room. Someone was knocking at the door. Thomas had said that since he rarely lived in the condo, there was no ring doorbell and the security lock was also not installed yet. He was telling all that to her while making small talk the other night.

She felt that he did not look as arrogant at that moment as he always seemed and acted. He was acting normally. She was surprised, but she did not say anything and acted normal as well. She had made his tea and left for her room to rest. She was tired after the events of the day.

Now, there was someone at the door. She wondered who they were.

She opened the door to reveal none other than the grandpa himself. Her eyes widened seeing him there.

He was in his suit looking like he had just come from work. She greeted him quickly.

Thank God, she was not in her nightwear. She had just changed after having breakfast. Thomas had left already, and she slept late that day.

“Good morning, Mr. Walker.” She gr