When Scarlett left her room, she found no one outside. However, she saw several dishes neatly arranged on the dining table.
But why was there only one set of cutlery?
"Is it for me?" She muttered as she walked over to the table. Her eyes caught a small note near the plate.
[Miss. Scarlett, this is your lunch. I'll be back at night. X]
Scarlett gently stroked Xander's neat handwriting. It looked pretty. His gentleness touched her. But, a second later, her smile faded slowly, realizing Xander called her 'miss.'
Didn't they agree to call each other by their first names last night?
Somehow, she felt slightly disappointed—Xander still thought of her as someone he wasn't close to.
"Why is he calling me like this again?" She put the note on the table, inhaled as much air as possible to relax her heart, and then sat down in her chair.
Her disappointment vanished as she started to eat her lunch: tenderloin steak and green salad.
