Jared

“This is my mother's office,” Mila said and put her bag on one of the chairs. “She will be here in a minute. I'll get us some fruits of something. BRB.”

Jared looked around the room. It was big, full of folders and papers, and had a huge couch and two armchairs. The walls were painted in a light brown color that oozed coziness and warmth. He stepped closer to the couch and dropped his backpack on it.

“How's your head?” he asked his mate and looked through the window.

“Better. It doesn't hurt anymore,” Amely returned.

“I'm glad...” he trailed off and stopped talking.

They remained silent until...