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Aurelia was awakened by hunger.
Her stomach growled with a "gurgle gurgle." She looked up at the man behind the large desk; he was impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression indifferent and stern, while his long, distinctive fingers were rapidly dancing across the keyboard, producing a rhythmic "click-clack-clack" sound.
"Aurelia, don't look at me like that." He didn't lift his gaze, his deep, husky voice came softly from behind the computer.
Aurelia hugged a pillow, tilting her head onto it, "Mason, I'm hungry."
The man, who had been working tirelessly all morning without a pause, suddenly stopped his hands.
He stood up, grabbed his coat, and half-squatted in front of her.
His voice was deep and tender, "Should we eat here, or go out for a meal?"
Aurelia pursed her lips, "I certainly don't want to eat the boxed lunch here."
Mason chuckled softly, indulgently ruffling her hair, "Alright, then let's go out and eat. What would you like to eat? I'll make a reservation."
