Property of Lisa Manoban | JenLisa [?]

I walked out of the room and made my way down to the kitchen. It had been two weeks since my little breakdown, two weeks since I started staying at this penthouse, two weeks since I got shot and two weeks, since I last saw Lisa.

I hated to admit I missed her. Just a little, but I was avoiding her. I had no idea why I just was. I didn't feel like talking to anyone but Hanbin kept coming over and trying to start a conversation. I'd mostly ignore him because I wasn't in the mood. He was acting weirdly clingy and I didn't like it. Nancy had also shown up on occasion and unlike the red head, she kept quiet and only talked to me if she wanted to.

I regret saying this but she did seem less bitchy which was good for my mental and physical well being. Hers too. I was in the mood to punch whoever disturbed me.

I felt like I was doing a walk of shame, getting out of my room for the first time in the past two days. I'd been living there on snacks and juice but I was craving something home cooked and I didn't feel like cooking alone, so I went in the elevator and down to Chitthip's floor to be with her.

It would be good to change the scenery. I knew every inch of the penthouse and I honestly was tired of it. I got off at Chitthip's floor and there were so many doors and I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. A maid was pushing a cart down the hall and I stopped her.

"Hey, I'm looking for Chitthip Cefalo," I said, and the maid looked confused for a second until it clicked in her mind.

"Room 1112, Miss."

I thanked the maid and continued down the hall until I reached her room, knocking politely. I played with the end of my white tee as I waited. I'd paired them with dark blue sweats and decided to go barefoot because most of the shoes provided me didn't fit. Plus, I was just visiting Chitthip. I'm sure she was in the same state.

The door was opened and I was right. The only difference was her sweats are grey. She smiled at me.

"Hello, darling. How are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Chitthip." I answered simply.

"Most of the clothes didn't fit, either I reckon." she stated with a laugh and I nodded as she ushered me inside. Her place was smaller than the penthouse but the studio apartment was still bigger than most. "What's up?"

"Uh... I was just kind of home alone and I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together, but if you're busy - "

"Oh no, Jennie. I literally have a lot of free time. Like the rest of my life since I don't do much anymore," Chitthip said and her words were sad in a way.

"Cool. What do you want to make?" I asked.

"What should you be eating?" she retaliated, giving me a stern look.

"I can eat anything at the moment, I'm fine -"

"I asked what you're supposed to be eating Jennie, not your whole life story." Chitthip said with a roll of her eyes, walking into her kitchen and opening her fridge. I sighed.

"Red meats and green vegetables mostly," I answered finally and Chitthip cheered, pulling out a packet from the fridge.

"Beef stew?" she asked and I nodded. That sounded great.

"Okay, so I was going to bake a cake for the sake of it but... we should bake some buns for the stew instead and maybe even make some spinach salad,"

I blinked at the woman who was all to excited to start cooking and a small smile formed on my face.

"That sounds like a full course meal," I said and walked over to her, just noticing all the flour on the counter and the ingredients she was mixing.

"I know. If there's one thing I'll never get tired of, it's cooking. Enough dilly dally. Turn on the over so it can warm up. We'll do the buns, put them in, clean up then begin with the stew and end with the salad," Chitthip mumbled and I began doing my tasks.