Demitri returned home after dropping his grandmother to the station. Now, the house look emptier than before. He wanted his grandmother to stay and spend more time here, but she possibly could not leave the fields unwatched for a long time.
Sitting on the couch, he lay down on it and recalled the face of his grandmother when he told her Nora didn't want them to bother her. He could sense sadness on Alessia's face, which she masked.
"I think I shouldn't have said that to Grandma," he murmured. His eyes glued to the ceiling above him and he sighed. "But then, Grandma might have pushed Nora repeatedly for this date. I think for my grandmother's sake, I need to find a partner for myself." But that sounded an absurd idea too because in his mind he still wasn't ready.
Picking up his phone from the table, Demitri checked through it only to find Nora's messages.
"Can I come to your house? I needed to return the bag and the tiffin box."