KILL THIS FEELING

"Let's go," Samuel said as he waited for them. He checked his wristwatch again; it was 7:30 pm; Grandma had called earlier to be picked up by 7:30 pm, not the initial 8:00 pm.

"Oh dear, I'm not feeling well, and I wanted Fiona to leave early," Grandma explained as they sat in the car.

As she heard her name, Fiona forced a smile.

"What do you have there?" Grandma inquired about a package near Samuel.

"Oh, I forgot, Eric came home to drop off the dumplings, and he said he made them himself," Samuel said.

Fiona, who had been sitting quietly in the back seat, jumped up when she heard Eric.

"Eric?" She inquired, interrupting them.

"Yes, Eric, but what? Did I say it correctly?" Samuel inquired. Grandma always said he didn't pronounce Eric correctly.

"You are so clueless and insecure about your pronunciation," Grandma chuckled. "Do you remember anything, sweetheart?" she asked Fiona.

Fiona sat back in her seat, tilting her head to give the impression that she was thinking.

"I think I've heard that name somewhere," she finally said, noticing their attention on her.

"Well, Eric is Mrs. Tess, my best friend's son, and I think I should invite him over; you never know, you might know him," Grandma explained.

Fiona sighed. "This can't be my Eric," she reasoned.

"I don't think that's necessary," she told Grandma.

"What are your thoughts?" Grandma asked Samuel, who had become quiet, to concentrate on driving.

"You don't need to invite him; he'll be there tomorrow," "This," he said, pointing to the package, "is a sample, Eric said Mrs. Tess wants you to sell the one he's bringing tomorrow and I hope she knows him, it'll help us a lot," 

"Don't say that," Grandma pinched Samuel on the thigh.

"Ouch! I'm driving, Grandma, "Samuel moaned.

Fiona sighed again, forgetting that she had called him a pervert earlier.

"I guess he's still angry," she reasoned.

"Don't mind Samuel," Grandma said, holding Fiona's hand.

Fiona's lips parted, revealing an uneasy smile.

How could she have forgotten what had happened? She scolded herself, how could she make her savior angry, especially when she hasn't figured out what to do, well, it wasn't technically her fault, she had been thinking about how she could meet Roger tomorrow, she doesn't even know Claire's road. She clenched her fist.

"I thought he said he'd give me some time to heal," she muttered.

"Fiona dear, we are home?" Grandma tapped her on the shoulder.

"Whattt, okay, I was just..." Fiona muttered as Grandma's voice jolted her out of her reverie.

"It's fine, you don't have to explain," Grandma said as she got out of the car.

"She's a little strange," she said to Samuel.

"I know," Samuel admitted.

"So, Fiona, what do you enjoy doing as a hobby?" Grandma inquired over dinner.

"What do I enjoy?" Fiona laughed bitterly. She couldn't even recall what she enjoyed doing, drugs?

"Making dumplings," She finally replied.

"That's fantastic; you can make it with Eric."

When Grandma mentioned Eric, Samuel raised his head and stared at her.

"But I don't think that's necessary," he said, turning away from his food.

Grandma looked at Fiona, and then they both looked at Samuel.

"What?" Samuel inquired, observing their stare.

"Nothing, I'm done eating," Grandma said as she stood up.

"I'll get some beauty sleep then," she says. She retreated to her room.

"What is wrong with him?" Grandma asked herself as she tilted her head and stared at them again before entering her room.

Fiona sighed as Grandma walked away, not knowing where to begin apologizing. She rubbed her brow and looked at him; he was on the phone.

She rose to her feet.

"Leave the plates," his deep voice said, and she sat back quickly.

"What?" She inquired.

"I said leave the plates," he said, his gaze fixed on her.

"Ohm, yes, yes..." She rubbed her chin.

"Do you have something to say?" Samuel inquired. He could tell she wanted to say something but was hesitant.

"I'm sorry for earlier, I was afraid and insulted you, it wasn't intentional," she said as she closed her eyes.

"Let's watch TV if you're not tired," he suggested, smiling.

"I'm not tired," she lied. She had to do what he wanted if she wanted to win his favor. Lately, she has been making him displeased.

"Thank God, he doesn't hold grudges," she said as he walked to the kitchen.

"All right, what are we looking at?" As he sat, he carried the remote from the center table.

"Anything is fine," Fiona forced a smile. Her plan for after dinner was to respond to Roger's message, but if doing so meant getting on his good side, she'd have to change her mind.

"Do you enjoy watching Grey's anat..?" He turned to ask, then stopped when he noticed she was already sleeping.

"Wow, that was quick." He stood up and carried her.

"She said she wasn't tired," he scoffed.

Meanwhile, Fiona, who pretended to sleep, expected him to wake her up and tell her to go to her room, but that did not happen. He carried her to his room.

"Should I wake her up and ask if she's sleeping here?" Samuel questioned himself as he laid her on his bed. He reasoned that since she had stated earlier that she does not sleep alone, he should bring her to his room.

Fiona, on the other hand, had a lot of questions, including how she was going to meet Roger. She'll be staying at home tomorrow, but what if Samuel stays with her?

She wanted to get up and ask him if he was going to school the next day.

"Stupid," she muttered as she poked her head. That would be awkward, wouldn't it?

Samuel sat up when he heard her mutter something, Was she having another nightmare? He remained awake for a while before falling asleep when he heard no sound.

Samuel yawned and stretched his hands before sitting up and staring at the bed, which was neatly arranged as if no one had slept on it.

He was walking to the kitchen when he noticed Grandma standing at the kitchen door.

"What are you doing standing?" He inquired as he approached her.

"Shush!" Grandma stated as she placed her finger in front of her lips.

When he looked inside, he noticed Fiona singing while frying the eggs.

"She looks happy, which makes me want to keep her, and her voice is so lovely," Grandma observed.

"What are your thoughts? Should she be kept?" Grandma asked, facing him, but she noticed him staring at Fiona, puzzled.

She laughed and grabbed his hand.

"Boy, come to earth!"

When Fiona heard Grandma's voice, she turned to face them.

"How long have you been standing there?" She asked, blushing.

"We just arrived, sweetheart, what are you cooking?" Grandma questioned as she walked into the kitchen.

"I just started frying the eggs because I didn't want to wake you up," she explained before turning to face Samuel. "Good morning," she said cheerfully.

"Good morning, I should go back to my room," Samuel replied as he walked away from them.

"Did I say something incorrectly?" Fiona inquired of Grandma. His prompt response surprised her. She thought they were on a good note as she apologized yesterday.

"Don't worry about him; he hasn't been himself lately," Grandma smiled.

"Your voice is beautiful," she complimented.

Fiona was embarrassed and covered her mouth with her hand. "Did you hear that?"

Grandma smiled and asked, "What is the title of the song?"

Fiona tried to remember the title again. The truth is that she has no idea what the song is called, but she has been singing or humming it since childhood.

Samuel sat on his bed, his hand on his chest.

"What exactly is this?" He questioned himself.

What exactly is she doing to me? It hasn't even been a week since he rescued her, so what now? Is he falling? He has no idea who she is, and she has no idea who she is.

"Perhaps it's because I see her every day," he speculated.

"It'll be gone once she recovers her memories," he assured himself.

"Come eat!" Grandma's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I'd rather stay at home today," Fiona said as they sat down to eat.

"Are you certain you won't be bored? Today is Samuel's teaching day, "Grandma expressed her concern.

"I'll be fine," Fiona replied, smiling. She knew Samuel was going out because she checked his schedule book, which was on his table while he was sleeping.

"Make sure you return home as soon as you finish and don't go around listening to Alan," Grandma cautioned.

"Can I eat now, ma?" With a sneer, Samuel inquired. He decided to stay out of Fiona's issues because it was the only way to stop the absurd feelings.

"There was no one stopping you," Grandma said.

"Knock, Knock," they turned to face the door as they heard someone knock.

"Let me get the door," Fiona said as she stood up and went to open it.

"Hey Samuel, I brought the dumplings," a dark-skinned man said as the door was opened, pressing his phone.

"Eric?" Fiona asked.