บท 129: Your cooking might make me change my mind.

Fil stared at herself in front of the vanity mirror, nodding encouragingly. Instead of beating herself to what she called a mistake, she picked up her phone and called Kenzo.

The call immediately connected after three rings. 

"Hello?" Kenzo's voice was a little coarse as if he just woke up. "Fil, it's too early. Don't tell me you're here already?"

"I'm coming with a friend." Fil didn't beat around the bush anymore. "Is that alright with you?"

"Elise?" his brows knitted even more when she answered, 'no.' Hence, he guessed again. "Oliver?"

"No."

Kenzo slowly opened his squinting eyes as he made another guess. "Don't tell me it's Liv?"

"Marcus."

Silence instantly dominated the line after Fil's answer. She pressed her lips into a thin line, imagining what sort of scolding she would get from him. To her surprise, Kenzo only had one question. 

"Are you and Marcus... dating?"