AYRA'S POV

"Melissa?" I called out, wanting to confirm if it was her since I heard someone at the door.

"Hey, good morning," she greeted, casually dropping her handbag onto the only three sitter couch in the sitting room as I emerged with my plate of fried chips and coffee.

"Morning," she said, her gaze lingering on me as she spoke, adding a subtle hint of intrigue.

"Is there something you want to ask?" I prompted, picking up on her curious gaze. She definitely has something in mind.

In a calm tone, she inquired, "Are you not heading to work today?"

"No" I answered casually, helping myself to a few...