She knew Hector had been down in the dumps lately. He was barely touching his food. She felt for Natalia, who had lost her daughter, but there wasn't much she could do to help, except try her best to cook a decent meal to get Hector to eat a bit more.
In no time at all, Bianca had whipped up a meal. She placed the dishes on the dinner table and turned to head upstairs, ready to call Hector down to eat.
At that moment, Hector was engrossed in his computer work, not even noticing Bianca's entrance.
"Mr. Hector, dinner's ready," Bianca said timidly.
Without looking up, Hector responded, "Alright, I'll be down in a bit."
Bianca lingered in the doorway, resting against the frame, admiring the busy silhouette of Hector at his computer, thinking how striking his profile was. When Hector finally finished his work and turned around, he found Bianca still standing there. Her eyes shone brightly, like there were stars hidden within them.
"Bianca? Why didn't you start without me?" Hector asked, a touch of surprise in his voice.
Bianca's cheeks flushed as she fiddled with her fingers. "Um... I thought... I thought I'd wait and go down with you, Mr. Hector."
Staring at Bianca in front of him, delicate as a budding flower, Hector felt his heart soften. How had he never noticed before how quietly graceful she was?
"Alright then, let's go down together," Hector said, rising to his feet and following Bianca down the stairs.
As Bianca led the way, her ponytail swished playfully with each step, her youthfulness shining through. Hector, trailing behind, admired her slender form and felt a wave of nostalgia.
They reached the dining table and sat opposite each other. After a while, Hector noticed that Bianca seemed a bit restrained in eating and asked in surprise, "Why aren't you having more? Don't you like it?"
"Oh? I am. I am eating," Bianca quickly averted her gaze, worried that Hector had caught her sneaking glances at him.
Hector served her a portion. "Eat up, you're too thin. You need to be hearty and healthy, you know, for... one day."
Bianca's face turned even redder as she ate the food Hector had given her, her mind racing with the thought that this indirect exchange was almost like a kiss.
Oblivious to her thoughts, Hector finished his meal quickly, stood up, and walked toward the stairs, pausing to say, "Oh, and could you bring me a cup of coffee later?"
Bianca nodded. "Sure thing, Mr. Hector. I'll brew it in just a bit."
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