Emily woke up the next morning, not feeling any better. She felt even more terrible because she had a strong headache. Her eyes started to burn when she opened them.

There was a bit of dizziness when she got up from the bed. She remembered that she didn't eat anything yesterday. She had been busy with all the drama that she didn't feel hungry.

She held her head as she walked into the kitchen to groom a cup of coffee. She decided to take some aspirin while the coffee was in the making, because her head was killing her.

She searched the cabinet and found some; poured herself a glass of water and took the medicine in one gulp.

Emily was going back to her coffee when a knock came on the door. She rolled her eyes and thought on getting the door or coffee first. 

The door. Perhaps it was one of her mother's neighbours who had come to ask how her mother was doing, again. They usually came. Some even came with food.

She hoped this one did come with food because her stomach was making the loudest noises ever. She lazily opened the door and was stunned for a moment.

"Jonathan?" She mumbled the word.

He was a fine man, she had to admit; especially in the morning when the sun was shining on his face. His blue eyes were so beautiful and his lips shimmered. The white shirt he had under his black leather jacket could make someone mistake him for an angel.

"Good morning?" He said, waving his hand in front her face. He smiled when she was back from the oblivious dimension.

He shouldn't have done that, Emily thought. He shouldn't have smile.

Why was she just seeing all the beauty in him? Obviously her eyes had been blurry from tears, the other day, when he arrived. Her mind was also not processing properly.

She had missed a whole lot.

"What do you want?" She asked him. She hadn't forgotten how heartless his mother was. He was her son, so there was only zero point five percent of him not being a bitch like her.

"Can I come in?" He asked her politely, flashing his white teeth.

"Why? If it is because of what you saw yesterday, I'm absolutely fine," she said to him and attempted closing her door when a familiar voice spoke.

"You don't want to do that again," Sam said, appearing at the entrance, behind Jonathan. He had been standing on the side all along. "Not many people get a different type of second chance."

Emily stopped and thought for a very long time. She didn't know what Sam meant. She didn't even know why the prince of Capecess was at her doorstep early in the morning.

"Come on in." She gestured inside. "Sorry for the bit of untidiness. It's not like I am expecting guests early in the morning. Or ever," she said when the men passed by her, and closed the door.

"Is this where you live?" Jonathan asked, looking around. The place was small for him to even breathe.

The living room set was already spent. He was scared that an insect would crawl out of it since it looked like a typical habitat for an insect.

"No, this where all the animals are raised," Emily replied with a cheek.

"No wonder," Jonathan said, shaking his head, his lips pursed.

"Excuse me?" Emily was ready to fire back when he head spun lightly. She managed to keep herself from falling.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked, standing next by her. She smelled way too nice to be living in such a place, he thought to himself.

"I'm fine," Emily retorted.

"You don't look fine," Jonathan said, holding her hand.

"I said I'm fine. Which part of that sentence is hard for a master degree holder to understand?" Emily asked with a grimace.

"Why don't you stop bitching and let someone help you once in your goddamn miserable life?" Jonathan fired back, dismayed. He didn't feel bad one bit.

Her stomach made a loud noise again. It was very embarrassing because everyone in the room heard it.

She had wanted to talk back, but her stomach was aching. She wished it had been one of her mother's neighbours that had come, with food, rather than a coward who talked to a lady anyhow.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked her, taking her over to the chair to sit next to Sam who had already made himself at home.

"I don't know. I was about to drink coffee," Emily said.

She didn't understand how he moved from being a dickhead to a nice guy. Hadn't it been him who called her life miserable?

"Where's the kitchen?" He asked her.

She pointed to the door of the kitchen. Before she could tell him that there wasn't even a drop of water to cook, he was already headed for the kitchen.

Jonathan stood still when he entered the kitchen and realised that nothing was there even for the smallest specie in the world. 

"Is this bitch even human?" He muttered, then took the coffee from on the stove and turned it off. He opened it and it didn't smell like something a human should've been drinking.

"Fuck," he cursed, scowling.

Jonathan spotted the aspirin and the half-full glass of water on the table in the kitchen. He was filled with disbelief. He wondered if she was trying to commit suicide.

He hurried back into the living room. "Let's go act like humans for once," he said to Emily, holding her hands so she could stand up. "People eat. That's how they stay alive. So let's go."

She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't, because she would've ended up greeting her mother on the other side. She needed food. She needed to stay alive.

"Let me change," she said.

He took his jacket off and tied it around her waist himself. "There you go. Let's get going before you collapse, because you're so fucking unbelievable to take aspirin on an empty stomach."

He held her hand so they could walk outside together.

"I can walk. It's not like I'm dying." She pulled her hand away.

"It's not like you're living either," he said to her, grabbing her hand again. "Don't make me lift you up," he warned her when she tried to pull away again.

Emily had to admit she was liking it. Though he was rude, he was giving her the queen treatment she deserved.

Followed by Sam, they made their way to the main road, where Jonathan's BMW LCI X6 had been parked. That was the most embarrassing walk of her life. The stares from the people they passed by were killing her.

Jonathan opened the door and helped her climbed in. He closed her door and held the back passenger seat door when Sam tried to open it.

"I've got this covered from here," he said in a whisper. "Don't tell my mom that you brought me here, OK?"

Sam nodded his head. He turned around to walk away.

"Sam," Jonathan called Sam who turned around slowly. "Thank you very much," he said. They shared one last stare before Jonathan could join Emily in the car and drive away.

Sam watched the car disappear. He spun around to get going again and spotted a familiar black SUV across the road. He walked to the car and the passenger seat windshield came down.

The Misses was seated in the back wearing a black hat, shining red lipstick.  Her dress and hat were the exact same color.

"Get in," she commanded him, still looking straight ahead, not sparing him a glance.