Out Of His System

Minutes after she had finished the coffee Jason had offered her, Layla was still sitting on one of the kitchen stools with her elbows resting on the massive marble island in the middle of the kitchen, with the way the stainless utensils in every corner of the kitchen sparkled, she could tell they were barely used, that's if they've even been used at all.

Her eyes went to the window and she could see cars driving past. The city was becoming busy as people were already going about their businesses.