STEAMS

Lindsay walks out of her bedroom, walking towards the front door, as she puts her hair into a bun. She wore a shirt and track pants. Lindsay wasn't the big house type, but the furnishings? expensive!.

“Alexia? Turn on the white lights." She said as she put in a code and opened the door to receive Mal.

“So you sounded bothered,” she said, moving to the kitchen area as Mal settled on a couch. “Beer or wine?” She asked.

“Beer please”. He says he is using his hands to cover his face. Lindsay brought two bottles of beer and two plates of finely cooked steak with lemons.

“Could you give me a hand here?” She asked about having difficulties while holding the items. “Yeah, thanks," she says, impressed.

"Lindsay, you're a darling,” Mal said, eating his steak. “Did you always have this cooked?” He asked, still eating.

“I leave some in my oven; for days I work overnight,” she said, eating too.

“I haven't heard from Nicholas,” Mal said, sipping his beer after clearing his throat. “Unlike him, his
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