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Irene’s POV

“And then she was like how dare you kiss my boyfriend” she tried to say it in a sassy tone.

“And guess what happened next? They started slapping each other. Everyone was just laughing. But you know what? I just walked out of the class.”

“Woah! That was dramatic,” I said, as I stirred the gravy. After thirty minutes of listening to her school drama, I finally commented. It wouldn’t have ended if she hadn’t walked out of the class.

“What’s the occasion? BTW,” she asked as she tasted gravy from the saucepan.

“Nothing,” I said, as I plated the steak. Its juicy texture was already watering my mouth.

“Oh, so what about your job? I guess you got a better job.”

Better? Yes, it is.

“It is actually. The working hours are suitable for my schedule.” I had served everything. Since, I had no dining area. We were using my study table. I had cleared it up by putting my books on the bed. We were short of chairs. So Stacy climbed on the table. It was good. The smell of steak with the