On Sunday afternoon, Cherish had made an appointment with Mother Turner. She woke up early in the morning and tidied up William's apartment, even cooking a meal for both of them. At ten o'clock, William got out of bed and opened his bedroom door. He was wearing pyjamas, his black hair slightly messy, as he scanned his surroundings leaning against the door.
The apartment was clean and tidy, with the floor shining brightly.
The aroma of food lingered in the air.
Cherish came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and glanced at him, "I cleaned the apartment, and the food is ready. If you're hungry, you can eat now. If not, just heat it up later when it gets cold." She began to untie her apron as she spoke, leaving no thought of staying to eat.
"Going out?" William's aloof and handsome face tensed up as he asked casually.