Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already.

Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night.

He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident.

"You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry" Mireille ...