The women in the living room closed their mouths when they saw me coming with fruits.
I approached with a smile, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate Mr. Kuhn's birthday. Have some fruits first, I'll go cook."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kuhn."
"You're welcome."
The women smiled at me.
I politely responded.
I didn't want to say anything more to these people. I planned to go back to the kitchen.
At this moment, I heard Leslie's voice outside the door, "Kate, is it so difficult for you to serve coffee to the guests? What are you doing there?"
Leslie was not talking to me, but shouting at me.
He shouted at me in front of so many guests, completely disregarding my face.
The guests looked at Leslie in surprise and then looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
I had long been numb to all this from Leslie.
I looked at his serious face, nodded silently, and continued to work in the kitchen.
Leslie wasn't like this before.
We met in high school.
At that time, his family was not well-off.
He only has fifty dollars for living expenses every week.
But he used his living expenses to buy my favorite chocolate cake on my birthday.
He organized a birthday party for me with just the two of us.
He let me make a wish.