Zachary picked up the maneki-neko once more as his wife said, “I made your maneki-neko bigger than the one I gave Ms. Stone. I put a lot of effort into it. What do you think? Doesn’t it look lifelike?”

The mention that his was bigger than Ms. Stone’s made Zachary feel good. However, he did not show it on his face and simply hummed faintly, “Yes.”

Serenity grinned. “I’m glad you like them.”

She put her car keys on the coffee table and turned around to head to the kitchen. “I’m making pasta for supper. Do you want any?” She then answered on her own before Zachary could reply, “Oh, I forgot. You don’t have the habit of eating supper because it adds pounds.”

Zachary thought to himself, ‘… What more can I say? You said it all.’

Nevertheless, he was not hungry.

Serenity was boiling a pot of pasta in the kitchen.

Zachary stood there for a moment before making his way to the kitchen door. Instead of stepping into the kitchen, he stood by the door and watched as Serenity sliced the