The Strange Guess

The realization struck hard at Mallory. What the hell?! What did she do?

Clam chowder was indeed, his favourite. What she didn't realize was that getting it for him would raise suspicions. She was used to getting him what she knew he liked. It happened effortlessly.

But... How did he remember Clam chowder was his favorite? If he'd forgotten her, wasn't he supposed to forget that as well?

"Miss Harrington?" Wilder called when she kept mute.

She dropped her gaze to the floor immediately, her heart pounding heavily in her chest.

God! She wanted to say it to him. She wanted to tell him she was aware it was his favorite because she had learnt how to make it just for him. She wanted to tell him it was a meal they'd walk for hours just to get at Curry-N-Spritz. And oh! Those evenings they'd sit under the moonlight and have naughty discussions while scooping some of it. She'd give anything to go back to those moments.

She parted her lips to speak, but the opening of the door interrupted her.