I take a deep breath and look up,"Dr. Sean, I was going to make something to eat, but I couldn't find your bread." I push my finger against my bottom lip and hope that we can change the subject. 

         "Ah! Food. I believe I put the bread.....here!" He reaches down into a drawer that would normally hold utensils, and brings out the grain with a flourish. The black eggs, and weird spots for food... this guy needs some help with basic cooking. 

          After lowering my raised eyebrow, I take the loaf from him and gather all of my ingredients by the stove. I start to butter the bread and feel a piercing gaze drilling into the side of my head. Intruder guy-Owen- is staring at me again. I guess my breakdown kind of messed up his interrogation. I put the bread down and held my hand towards him," Hi. Um, I'm Sang." 

         For a minute he just looks at my hand and I start to worry that I've made some kind of social faux pas. I haven't exactly had the most practice. He finally takes my hand and gives me soul searching look,"Owen Blackbourne." 

I give him a little smile and pick the bread back up, "Do you want some Owen?" 

         His head jerks back ever so slightly, and he seems baffled for a moment. Blinking it away, he clears his throat and shifts his black-rimmed glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose, "No, that is quite alright...Sang. I have already eaten dinner." 

My head whips over to Dr. Sean, "It's already dinnertime? It was almost noon when I left." 

         He's leaning against the kitchen island now, his hands behind him, "Well Pookie, short of a dose of true love's kiss, there was nothing that I could do to wake you up," he winks and my cheeks are on fire once more, "and you did hit your head pretty hard, you needed the rest." 

         I duck my head, and finish up with the bread," I-i guess you're right." I chose to ignore the males in the room as I slice up an apple and pull out enough cheese for two sandwiches. I turn the dial on the stove and in seconds, I'm able to put the bread in the pan. I put the cheese on next and then the apple slices. I smell Dr. Sean's signature citrus scent and turn to see him right next to me, looking at the pan. 

        "What's this Pookie? Are you putting apples in a grilled cheese?"  

         His brows furrow, and I feel myself go red,"Yes. I think that it tastes good. But-I mean if you think that it's gross I can make yours without them." Every time I turn around I'm reminded of just how weird I am. Being brought up the way I was, I had to learn about "normal" life from the few books that I had, and then from what Wil had told me. He probably thought apples in grilled cheese was disgusting. I pick up the rest of the apple slices and turn to search for a bag to store them in so that they aren't wasted. Dr. Sean grabs my wrist lightly, making me freeze.

        "I would love to eat your apple grilled cheese Sang. It is different, but different is good sometimes, right?" He smiles at me, and I feel his words strike me. He can't know how much those words mean to me, what kind of life I've had, yet he seems to know exactly what to say to assuage my fears. I beam up at him and finish up the food, asking him for plates. I turn off the stove and move the plated sandwiches onto the breakfast bar. Dr. Sean takes a barstool next to Owen, and I only notice that he's moved now. I guess I was too nervous to feel him walk away. I stand next to Dr. Sean, and nibble on my food. He offers to move, but I quickly decline, not wanting to sit next to Owen just yet. While Dr. Sean and I finish our meals, Owen's phone rings, violins filling the space. 

"Micarelli," I whisper. My ears perk up at the familiar tune. It was one of my favorites.

Owen's gaze snaps to my face, "You know this piece?"

        I stand up straighter and attempt to look him in the eye. "Micarelli," I say louder, "Isn't it the song about the swallow, but Micarelli's version?"

        His eyes seem a shade less hostile now, becoming almost...curious, "That is correct Miss Sang." He takes the opportunity to pick up his phone and answer the call, walking out of the kitchen.

        Sean laughs and I look over to him now, the tension in the room drained, "Pookie, I think you passed a test. Not many can keep up with Owen's taste in music."

         I just shrug it off and take the empty plates to the sink to wash them off. Dr. Sean intercepts me, bumping me out of the way, "No way Pookie, you're the guest and you cooked! Let me handle the dishes." Seeing as he was already starting on them, I relented with a small smile. I felt more comfortable here, with this stranger, then I had ever felt in my "home". It felt nice. 

          My basking was broken by Owen walking back into the kitchen briskly. Dr. Sean looks up at his friend, "I am needed back for...an assignment." He glances at me as he tries to describe the situation, clearly not wanting me to know what it was he had to go and do.  

         "Okay. Just you tonight? I think everyone except for Kota is off right now." The playfulness has been toned down at the mention of work, and Dr. Sean looks serious. 

        "Only myself. It shouldn't be a problem. I will return tomorrow in time for Family Night," he states. As he is about to head out, he turns to me and nods,"Miss Sang." 

And just like that, he was gone.

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         As I helped Dr. Sean clean up the mess from dinner, I couldn't stop the yawns from taking over. Finally he shoos me away to go and clean up for bed, saying that there should be towels and anything else that I needed in the bathroom attached to the bedroom where I woke up. I go back into the room, and locate my bag in the corner on an armchair. 

         Sifting through it, I find my nightgown and lay it down on the bed for after I wash. After shutting the door, I go to the bathroom and quickly draw a shallow bath, hoping that he does't hear the water. Ever since...that happened, I was petrified of showers. Just the sound the drops of water hitting the tub sent me into a panic attack. I quickly scrubbed myself with soap from an unlabeled bottle on the ledge of the tub. It smelled like oranges and cream. 

          Draining the tub and wrapping a towel around myself, I head back into the bedroom. As my foot touches the carpet, vanilla hits my nose, but I'm too late. I find myself staring into chocolate brown eyes, and then jump back into the bathroom, slamming the door in front of me with as loud of a squeak as my throat can produce.

Sorry for the long wait guys, and thanks so much for everyone who is following the story! Chapter 4, prompted by a one miss    Princess_foodbae18.