"Are you high on something?" Was the first thing Sullivan said to her when she met the man in the kitchen dishing toast bread, side salads, tender beef and a cup of hot tea.
She touched her face and sighed, slumping on the chair opposite the marbled island while the man arranged brewing plates of food carefully in front of her. Anna brought out a sunglasses from her bag. It was few past seven and with the weather forecast, it wouldn't be a sunny day.
"I have no choice." She spoke to herself, using the sunglasses indoor.
Sullivan watched, utterly amused by everything she did. "Good morning." He greeted, noticing that her mood was better than last night when she ran from him like a scared cat. Admittedly, Anna was good at pretending certain things didn't happen. Just like right now, her pretence that last night wasn't still hanging between them.
A torment he guessed came to her from the terrifying marriage experience with Fray. Or fraying Fray as he once heard Maryanne say.
