Did she know this cat liked her, but to this extent?
If someone didn't know better, they'd think it was her cat.
"What brings you here today?" Caspian Parker poured two cups of tea, handed one to her, sat down across from her, and with eyes that seemed to see right through, asked gently.
Aurelia Shaw lounged on the sofa, her posture lazy, peach blossom eyes lowered, and her beautiful fingers gently stroked the smooth fur of Little White. In a seemingly casual voice, she said, "I missed you, so I came by to see you. Is that not allowed?"
"There's nothing wrong with that," Caspian smiled and, looking at her, asked again, "Really nothing going on?"
"Nothing," Aurelia tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Caspian's eyes deepened slightly.
He didn't press further.
He stood up, "Stay for dinner tonight."
"Are you going to cook for me?" Caspian could cook; she knew that since she was a child. He was very good at it, and she often pestered him to cook for her.
