When Daisy quietly went into her room. The air was still, and only the soft glow of her bedside lamp filled the room. She let out a small sigh as she sat on the bed, removing her shoes.
Just as she was about to lie down, her phone began to buzz. The name Kulture flashed across the screen. A gentle smile immediately softened Daisy's tired face. She quickly answered.
"Hey, my love," she said warmly.
"Mama!" Kulture's sweet, lively voice echoed through the speaker. "You didn't call me yesterday. I waited for you!"
Daisy's heart clenched. "I'm so sorry, baby. Mommy was working late again. Did you eat?"
"Yes! Grandma made noodles, but I wanted you to make it," Kulture pouted.
Daisy chuckled softly, though her eyes grew tender. "I know, my little angel. I miss you too. I'll come see you soon, okay?"
Kulture sighed. "You always say that, Mama… When?"
Daisy went quiet for a moment. Her voice grew faint. "Soon, baby. I promise."
There was a pause on the line, then Kulture asked, "Mama, do you still think about Daddy?"
Daisy froze. Her smile slowly faded, and her throat tightened. She took a quiet breath before replying, her voice trembling just slightly.
"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. Just know Mommy loves you very much, okay?"
"Okay…" Kulture whispered, her voice sleepy now. "Can you sing for me?"
Daisy smiled through the ache in her chest. "Of course, baby."
Her soft, soothing voice filled the quiet room as she hummed the same lullaby she used to sing years ago. When Kulture's breathing became slow and steady, Daisy whispered, "Goodnight, my little sunshine," and ended the call.
For a long moment, she just sat there in silence, staring at the phone screen. Her heart ached with memories she couldn't share and a love she couldn't speak about — not yet.
The Next Morning
The golden rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, gently waking Daisy. She rubbed her eyes softly and stretched her arms before getting out of bed. The house was quiet, calm — almost peaceful.
Still wearing her loose pajamas, she tied her hair into a messy bun and made her way to the kitchen. She began preparing breakfast, the aroma of toast and freshly brewed coffee filling the air.
A few minutes later, Leo came down, his shirt half-buttoned and his tie loosely hanging around his neck. He stopped for a moment by the doorway, watching her quietly. There was something about seeing Daisy like that — simple, calm, and natural — that made him feel strangely warm inside.
"Morning," he said with a faint smile.
They sat together at the table, eating in quiet comfort. Every now and then, Leo tried to start a conversation, and Daisy would answer softly, shyly avoiding his gaze. Her innocence made him smile without even realizing it.
After breakfast, Daisy cleaned the dishes while Leo grabbed his jacket. "I'll drop you at your set before heading to the office," he offered.
She hesitated a little but nodded. "Alright."
The drive was mostly quiet, the soft sound of music playing between them. When they arrived at the studio, Leo got out first and opened the door for her — a simple act that made her blush slightly.
"Have a good day," he said gently.
"You too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Once she walked inside, Leo stood there for a second, watching her disappear into the building before heading to his own company.
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At the office, Leo barely had time to settle before his best friend Adrian burst through the door, his usual grin in place.
"Bro! You've been ignoring my calls since last night," Adrian said, dropping into the seat opposite him. "So what happened at the reunion? I saw you staring at that girl are you interested in her?