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Zoe returned to rubbing her chest absentmindedly. Wolf showed no sign of acknowledging her presence. Zoe finally entered the luxurious kitchen that usually sparkled, holding her phone.

"How did you know I was coming?" Zoe asked.

"I heard your footsteps," Wolf replied.

Zoe widened her eyes. "I'm not wearing any shoes!"

"Just because you're not wearing shoes doesn't mean I can't hear you. My ears are accustomed to picking up sounds more clearly. And your eavesdropping distance wasn't far, Zoe." The kitchen wasn't too large, as Wolf knew he wouldn't use it often.

Zoe nodded, remembering that Wolf's primary job as a producer was to have a keen sense of hearing.

"Eat," Wolf said, placing two fully loaded plates on the counter. There were high stools for dining; there was no need for a dining table.

Zoe looked at the perfectly arranged meal. Two slices of toast, crispy bacon, and sunny-side-up eggs with the perfect level of doneness. The yellow yolk glistened, just halfway cooked. Saliva ga