For the first time since she she was working here, Nica stepped into Old Evan's small apartment. The store had closed, and the man had invited her in for dinner.

She had tried to refuse, but this man was a definition of stubbornness.

She met a man setting the table, his home was very neat, one won't think it was an old man who lives here.

"Take a seat, girl.. I'll get the water."

"Let me help you," Nica offered.

"Take your seat." he waved his hand, and she sighed, obeying.

As they settled down, the man served her enough vegetables.

"Thank you, sir." Nica bowed a little.

"Hm.. apart...