Marites

"How is it going right here, love?" Vaughn asked as he walked passed me and put the dishes he cooked on the counter top table while I still struggle in juicing right here. I should probably buy him an automatic juicer because even though he likes this maybe for muscle forming purposes, the same just cannot be applied for me.

I grunted as I juiced the last piece of orange, "I think I will be growing a muscle or two in a Sunday morning," I dryly said which made him laugh. He then walked and sat down on the vacant chair beside mine as I put away the materials I used for juicing. My arms are numb and I feel like I have lost a lot of energy before even getting to consume one. I have surely broken a few sweat which I am sure did not get into the orange juice.