GRINNING, Keena pulled one of the chairs on the island counter.
The beta arrived from work. Instead of the six o’clock that she promised to her mate, she was able to leave the Monitoring room at half an hour past seven in the evening.
There has been an issue between the incoming duty staff and the one who was about to leave. Apparently, the one who was about to have an off-duty almost always did not turnovers the work issues properly.
Keena has to resolve the concern before she went home.
“You cooked, babe?”
Her eyes went to the platter on top of the counter.
It was a transparent glass platter where she could view the pasta with red sauce. Its appearance promises a delicious dinner.
“Is it a spaghetti meatball?” Tati nodded. “Did you bake it with lots of cheese on top?”
She sni
