It was in the late afternoon when Celeste decided it was time to cook, now that Zillon and Celia came down. Celeste was wearing her clothes from yesterday and Zillon was only in a shorts, no shirt, no shoes.
His six pack was on full display and even Celeste found it comforting to look, she glanced away.
"What are you doing down here?"
She almost jumped at the sound of the voice, it sounded so different than it did last night when he was speaking to Celia. "I...uh...I was going to cook."
"Get out, Celia was just about to do that."
Celeste abruptly turned to look at him. "But I—"
"Get out Celeste."
Pain registered in her heart and just when tears were about to prick her eyes, Celia spoke up. "What are you doing Zillon? Is this how you treat my sister? We'll cook together, nothing's wr
