"I'll come over," "Oh, okay," She hung up the phone. Slowly, her right hand touched her aching chest. Went into the kitchen, she sat down. Looking everything before her eyes, but her mind wandered off somewhere else. "What would you like?" He smiled while thinking for a while. "Hmm, what about...a homemade pizza?Chicken pepperoni?" She struck him her surprised look. They both laughed. He was too demanding, but I loved him anyway. "Okay!But promise me you would come over?" Again, he smiled that angelic smile. "Promise," She sighed. Opened the two door refrigerator. She was preparing dough, for a chicken pepperoni pizza. Two years abroad, now he told me he wanted to see me out of the blue. Was he a man of his words? She shook her head. Seemed like she couldn't answer that to her own self. That pizza took about an hour and half of her time. She walked out of the kitchen, went into the store