Jocelyn Griffin stepped out of her car and walked elegantly through the entrance, into the elevator, and up to her floor.
Just out of the shower, James Brown heard an odd noise at the door. He walked over, saw Jocelyn, and paused for a moment, "Why are you here?"
The usual indifference in Jocelyn's demeanor melted into a sweet smile, "Why, can't I come over?"
James was momentarily dazzled by her smile. Snapping out of it, he quickly said, "No, it's not that..."
Ignoring his flustered reaction, Jocelyn breezed past him and sat down on the sofa, asking, "I've been craving the beef rice you make. Can you cook it for me now?"
Her request was something James had never refused.
Half an hour later, the beef rice was ready, served with a bowl of seasonal vegetable soup.
Jocelyn leaned against the kitchen doorway with her arms folded, silently watching the man in a shirt and trousers bustling about.
