The Andrews had two unmarried daughters and a son. It was one of the daughters who opened the door for him. She blushed at the sight of him, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she welcomed him inside with a smile. Rav had never stepped foot into their house before. His work had always been outside. Commoners like him had no reason or permission to go in.
"I don't think I should come in, ma'am," he said, hesitating at the doorstep. But the young woman waved her hand in dismissal and scoffed, "Come on in, my parents are expecting you."
He finally stepped inside, and at once he was welcomed by the warm, homey aroma of baked chicken that filled the air, making his stomach twist with hunger.
"Mama, Papa, Christian is here!" she called out loudly, her voice carrying through the house.
Never in his life had he imagined that the reason for their summons was because one of the Andrews' daughters had taken a liking to him.
