Paul's mouth was tightly glued. He looked around aimlessly, buying time for a reasonable explanation. Suddenly, something clicked. "Ahhh, just forget it. Let me get something to eat first."
Danica narrowed her eyes. She figured that Paul wanted her to cook for him because he caught her cooking most times. "You want me to make you breakfast. Why don't you just say so?"
Paul was just looking for a way to disappear, "Don't worry, I will get Mabel to do it for me."
Danica was persistent. She felt that, for Paul to come and knock on her door because he was hungry was a very big deal and couldn't take it lightly. "Oh, just wait for a little. I will come and do it for you. Let me change and I will be downstairs before you know it," Danica uttered with concern.
When Paul realized that there wa
