Andrew drove back to the apartment.

Isabella was sitting at the table in the dining room, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for him. The table, however, was bare.

"Long wait?" He took off his suit and walked over, looking at her with gentle eyes.

"Andrew, I'm hungry," she said.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"There are plenty of ingredients in the fridge. You cook, and I'll eat," she ordered him confidently.

He faintly chuckled, realizing that accompanying her for dinner meant he ...