LXVII

Dinner was pleasant.

Much like how Laia expected, the dishes that the old woman prepared for the three of them were homely and were extremely delicious.

The conversations between the three were brief and were mostly small talk since their focus was on the food most of the time.

Laia didn't mind. She'd rather not be interrogated, thank you very much.

She later volunteered to wash the dishes, afraid of being stuck in another conversation with the old woman who Laia had a feeling doesn't like her very much.

Not that Laia blames her. It's not that easy to like a person whom you had just met for the first time.

"Are you sure, dear? You should be hanging out with Aiden instead of washing the dishes in my kitchen,"

Laia continued gathering the plates and shakes her head at the old woman before entering the kitchen. "It's alright,"

"Alright, Aiden and I will be here,"