Van’s POV
“By the way, kitchen downstairs?” she just popped her head in once and asked. When I nodded, a yes, she left.
I sat there speechless for a moment but when I realised that she was going downstairs in a T-shirt, I quickly ran out.
Luckily she couldn’t go far and was just near the stairs. I held her hand and dragged her back inside the room and taking the cups from her I said, “You don’t have to go there, I will keep the cups and will see if I can get a sandwich or something for you.”
She replied promptly shaking her head, “Oh no! Don’t bother to. Thanks for your hospitality but I had a nice dinner and can’t eat anything more.”
“But you just said that you need to drink your coffee first, because you are starving!” I expressed my confusion.
“Oh no! I said, let me have my cof
