Yuriah opened her eyes after a few minutes that Hughes left his car. She exhales and rests her back on the backrest of the seat as she caresses and rubs her painful forehead. Yuriah took an intense whiff as she is gazing at Hughes outside the vehicle window. He was currently strolling towards the eatery that he saw. His hands were inside of his two pockets. In his demeanor and etiquette, he was instantly recognizable that he came from a wealthy family. The same goes for the way he speaks and smiles at the diner owner when he reached it.
“Is he sure that he is going to eat porridge right at this moment?” out of the blue, Yuriah asked herself as she proceeds to peep at him. She rubbed her aching head as she took a deep breath—Yuriah sighed when she realized something. She was also hungry an
