Arnaldo Ayala was busy cooking in the kitchen when Dolor entered and noticed a familiar scent of foods he was preparing.
“Looks like you've hit a jackpot, Arnaldo,” Dolor stated while she was on her way into the sink to throw some used water.
“Not exactly, Dolor. It's my way of thanking the guest for surviving. You know my thing, right?”
“Absolutely. I have known you for a long time and getting busy in the kitchen makes you more manly even more.” She smiled and helped him sliced out some condiments laid in the table.
“I think I know what you're thinking, Dolor,” he did smile as well knowing that she would end up opening the same story every day.
“You can now read my mind, huh? What I was pointing is, you're not getting any younger and besides, the girl you brought here is beautiful.
