Greetings.

It's been three days since their big argument.

The fake couple goes back and forth as one tries to make amends for their foolishness, but all efforts bear no fruit.

Whenever the sun would rise in the morning, Neon would disappear without a trace leaving for work before the light-headed woman would move her head from her bed.

When the sun sets, he would take out his phone which he muted.

His eyes would glance through the screen as he reads the inked text in his phone before putting it away.

In the night, he returns like a thief and quicker than a shadow, when Drusilla is either asleep or too slow to catch him.

Full of uneasiness and ticked by constant failure to catch him, she makes up her mind to wait for him all day today.

To please the man, she fills the air with the lingering aroma of mouth-watering delicacy, that her nose could almost gobble up the crusts of the pie and tarts.

All prepared for him as an apology.

Only if he would show up.

Lucky for her it's a weekend and Ne