"How was your sleep?"

"It's okay... Senorito." I answered him with a weak voice. And then I bit my lower lip because... I just now realized how good my sleep was.

"Let's go here." And then Señorito grabbed my left arm to pull me over to our dining table. I could feel my whole face heating up when Señorito pulled me to the chair. Shame!

"Thank you, Señorito, you shouldn't have bothered." He went back to what he was cooking and after a while he placed a plate of rice, a bowl of dish and then two extra plates, a glass, a spoon and a fork on the table one...