Well, If You Can't Sleep, Want Me To...

"Hi."

Smiling to herself, Liliana unconsciously thought how sweet the short greeting echoing to her. Her eyes wandered to the ceiling, imagining Lucas in his chef outfit.

"Am I interrupting your schedule, Mr. Pastry Chef?" asked Liliana, her voice imbued with soft laughter. She grabbed another pillow before hugging it.

She hadn't seen him for a week.

Hehe, surely there wouldn't be any significant change in him, right?

Lucas' chuckle resonated from the end of the line. Liliana's ears perceived white noises in the background, followed by a faint thud. The sound was familiar to the oven door closing.

"It's my daily schedule, Miss Unable To Sleep. What keeps you up until now? It's over three in the morning. Haa... I guess you'll sleep in tomorrow."

The reply to Lucas' question was a sigh escaping Liliana's mouth. Blinking her eyes slowly, she bit her lower lip, unsure how to answer him.