Her Home, His Heart | ✓

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♪♪ Don't you know, could it be

That we could be friends

We'll see the end of it

I've got to give you a chance to trust me

So we'll know how to be when everything ends ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [We could be friends] - [Matt Corby] 

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The burbling sound of the running water from the tap seized once Esmé turned it off. With her hands resting on the basin's edge, she looked up to the mirror right above it, staring at her reflection.

She had packed her raven black curly hair into a ponytail that showed off the features of her alabaster skinned face prominently. She took a deep breath in and raised her narrow, lush lips into a thin smile.

With the deal she made with Kian at the forefront of her mind the moment she got up from her bed, she hoped the day would feel a lot better than the previous ones. 

She rose on her full length and walked out of the bathroom to her room. The moment she walked into her room, a pleasant aroma that slipped through the under of her room door hit her nostrils. Her brows furrowed with curiosity. She sought the clock on her bedside table and saw the time was still 5:30 am. Lucija wasn't supposed to be around until an hour and a half later.

Esmé proceeded to leave the room when her eyes noted her crutches resting by the side. Sighing, she snatched it off the wall and placed them carefully under her arms in position. She had been practising without it and had become quite accustomed to it, but if Lucija got to know about the fact that Esmé had been walking without the crutches, she was sure the placement of her head would change since her physiotherapist hadn't cleared her.

On stepping out of her room, she fully perceived the aroma that seemed to have taken over the entire house. She wobbled with her crutches to the kitchen. Her brows furrowing even more, as she got closer to the entrance of the kitchen.

She froze at the door of the kitchen the moment she noticed the back view of a male, Kian. Their deal which had taken a temporary back seat flowed right back to the front. Despite the stiffness in her body from the vivid memory of the incident that had happened in the very same kitchen just the previous day, she took a deep breath and proceeded further into the room.

Esmé had taken his hand after all for the truce. That meant they weren't avoiding each other anymore, right?

Kian turned as she moved into the kitchen. His eyes widened a little at her presence. They both stood there watching each other with guarded eyes, waiting to see how the other was going to react. He cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the stare. "Right, em, morning."

"Morning?" Esmé answered, her lips lifted with a half-smile.

"I thought I'll make breakfast. If you're up for it, you can have a seat." He informed her and turned around immediately. The whole concept was strange and new to him. 

"Oh," Esmé said, "That's... kind of you."

"Right," Kian murmured continuing with what he was preparing.

Esmé continued to the kitchen table to have a seat opposite where Kian stood. Silence followed and the atmosphere thickened with tension as neither of them knew exactly what to say.

"So..." They blurted out together. Kian turned around to face her. "You... you can go first."

Esmé nodded slightly. The whole thing was getting ridiculous to her. "Thanks? Actually, I, em, wanted to ask what you were doing here, not that I don't appreciate the fact that you're making breakfast. I'm just curious?"