Agnes never thought that a dude like Jared would be caught dead in the kitchen. Wasn’t a guy like him supposed to be all about takeouts and dining out?
But you had to hand it to him, watching him cook was a sight for sore eyes. Every move he made was like watching a masterpiece in the making.
Turning around, Jared caught Agnes in his view. "Off to school?" he asked.
Agnes just nodded, almost robotically.
"Breakfast is ready. Eat before you go." Jared suggested in the most nonchalant manner.
Thinking about last night's events, Agnes was still down in the dumps.
She sat down silently and started on her breakfast.
The breakfast was the whole nine yards. Jared's pancakes were to die for. But right now, all Agnes wanted to do was skedaddle out of there. So, she wolfed down her food hastily she burned her tongue.
Just as Jared was about to sit down, Agnes was already done. Dropping her fork, she announced, "I gotta jet. It's the opening ceremony today, can't be late."
Jared could sense that something was off. Frowning, he asked, "Agnes, do you remember anything from last night?"
Acting all innocent, Agnes replied, "What happened last night? I don't remember a thing."
Jared's eyes flickered for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to drop you off at school?"
"No need, it's not far away. I can walk."
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