Tussle Over Food
Max finally returned to his apartment. It was already night and the traffic on the street had declined drastically, but still, it was capital. Max could see quite a few people out.
After a few more minutes, Max finally reached near his apartment. He scanned his surroundings and seeing that there was no one around, he removed his mask and cloak before walking towards his apartment.
As soon as he opened the door, a sweet aroma wafted his nose. Someone had done some cooking here.
Max walked into the hall and saw the dining table laid with several dishes from the corner. A frown emerged on Max's face, 'Did she call someone?'
Max didn't want any unnecessary trouble, well it wouldn't matter actually as there would be several more troublesome things in future which could completely coincide it. But, still…it was better if he didn't invite it…