"Cool. The keys are on the table in the living room. Be careful though, it easily overheats."
She doesn't want to look rude so before moving out of the kitchen, she pointed to the direction of the porch. Her uncle nodded. Satisfied with the numbers of cookies she got, Sam hurriedly walked back to the bench, not bothering to close the door behind her.
The cold wind greeted her. She's thankful for socks and that she's wearing a thick pair because at least her feet wont freeze.
"That's weird" Sam muttered as she placed the plate of cookies down on the bench. The mug is missing. She can still clearly see the circle mark it left on the old varnished wood. "Maybe...l brought it with me inside?" She knows that she's forgetful but she's sure that she left the mug outside. And it was not possibl
