I couldn't finish one fruit. I was still there with Danny, though bodily present, but I was ransacking and reflecting on what Katarina told me and the welfare of my parents.

Those last words of hers were still running simultaneously in my heart invigorating that sense of fidgety on me. I counted myself a failure and a persona non grata.

“Clarissa, are you sure you're okay?”

Danny asked with his hairy hands on my jaw, creating that sensual sensation on the cornified layer of my body.

“Yeah, I am fine. It is just that I lost my appetite,” I replied, giving him a fake smile.

Danny knows too well that...