"How was work?" Maya asked as she saw Alex enter.

"It was fine," he replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"That's good. Want to eat something? Or maybe go freshen up? You're looking like a zombie," Maya commented, noting Alex's slightly dirty clothes with concern.

How did his clothes get so dirty? Maya wondered. He's rich, so his clothes shouldn't look like that. Her mind bombarded with questions she chose not to ask.

"I'll freshen up and rest. I'm not hungry for now," he ...