She found him sitting at his laptop, working, with a grim and tired face. He looked so haggard and unhappy that her heart broke at the sight of him. He looked up at her with an expressionless face when she arrived. “You didn’t wake me up?” she asked him, but he simply went back to concentrating on his work, without a word.
“Xavi, I’m talking to you,” she repeated in frustration.
“Why should I?” he answered grumpily, still hurt by what she said in the morning.
“Come down for lunch,” she said, turning to go. She was feeling ravenous and surely Xavion was, too.
“I’m not hungry,” he said, concentrating on his laptop. She turned towards him and gaped at him.
“Of course you are. What’s wrong with you? Come down,” she said, irritatedly. Wasn’t he making a mountain out of a molehill? Why was
