Victoria brought out a bowl of porridge and placed it on the dining table, along with two small side dishes she had thoughtfully prepared.
Quennel's stomach was indeed unsettled. He hadn't eaten anything last night before drinking on an empty stomach.
The porridge was light and sweet. As he ate, Quennel's brow gradually relaxed. He hadn't realized Victoria was a decent cook.
Victoria came out of the kitchen, looking rushed. "Quennel, I'm going to be late for work. The bus is packed during rush hour, and it's a long walk to the bus stop from here."
Quennel looked up. "What's the hurry? Sit down and eat with me."
The house had felt empty for a while. A three-story building with only him in it was eerily quiet.
Victoria was taken aback, surprised that Quennel would ask her to stay. "But I just started at my new company a couple of days ago..."
"I'll drive you."
Quennel simply wanted someone to talk to, to distract himself. But for Victoria, it was a thrill.
The two made small talk as they ate. Quennel asked, "A new company? Are you settling in okay?"
Victoria nodded. "My colleagues are all pretty nice, and it's a big company."
"What's it called?"
"Sapphire Group."
Quennel froze, putting down his spoon in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Victoria asked, looking confused.
"Nothing." Quennel continued eating his porridge, thinking it was probably just a coincidence.
Finally, he said, "Stephanie works at that company too. Didn't you know?"



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Next Man, Better Plan