𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 72. ~~

After changing into an oversized singlet and shorts, she went downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat. She didn't eat to her satisfaction at the parties. In fact, she stuck to only small chops and fruit drinks. Because Demilade didn't eat anything. Not a single thing. He only drank wine and nothing more. So she was famished.

There was Oha soup and freshly cooked stew in the pots in the kitchen but she don't have the strength to turn anything to eat with the soup. So she went over to the cupboards and brought out cornflakes.

She took the quantity she needed and added milk, sugar, and then cold water from the water dispenser. She placed them in a tray with a glass of water and she went to the living room.

Demilade was sitting on a white sofa in his usual baggy ash night cloth, crossed legs with an intent concentration on whatever he was reading on his tab. Music was playing from the expensive black-colored home theater. But loud enough to be heard by the people who are in the sitting room only.

He seems sincerely shocked to see her like he wasn't expecting to see her.

"You're here." She said grinning at him.

"Hmm. You take too long to bathe. I thought you will be in bed by now." He stated then looked at the tray in her hand.

She made herself comfortable on the monochrome rug, sitting opposite Demilade.

"I have other plans. I'm famished right now." She told him. And he gave her a look that says 'I can see that'. "Do you want some? I noticed you didn't have anything at the party."

"I don't enjoy eating at parties. But I am cool. I will pass."

"So you won't eat anything?"

"I will eat tomorrow. I started trying out breakfast. Thanks to you." She grinned appreciatively at him.

"If you say so." She dug her spoon into the cornflakes that were swimming in milk.

"And why are sitting on the floor like a baby? What's the use of the dining?"

"Mr courtesy, let me be. It's my buttocks and I can sit anywhere. And sitting on the floor is quite fun in its way."

"I don't think so." Demilade disagreed sternly.

It was one of the things he hated doing. All his childhood and teenage life, he had eaten sitting on the floor and he did almost everything sitting on a cold hard floor. Since there were no chairs in the one room he grew up in. And he hated it. He was always the first person to go to the dining to eat whenever he visited Bayo's home. His stepmom usually used it to scold Bayo who could eat anywhere without giving a damn where he was or what he was doing. But they never understood the reason was more than manners, it was his hatred of sitting on the cold floor eating.

Lola looked up at him. The tone he had used made her peer up at him. He was back to whatever he was reading. She could tell that he wasn't a fan of what she was doing.

It probably triggered something but she didn't ask what it was, instead she asked.

"Do you want me to stand up?"

He raised his head and turned her way.

"If you are okay where you are, you can sit there. And continue with your food."

She nodded in response and she continued eating. There was silence between them for a while until Lola asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Reading of course."

"Oh! What book is that?"

"Ebook. You can, You will."