There came a knock on her door, sounding a bit hesitant in its rhythm. Her house was located on a parcel of land just outside on the outskirts of the city, close enough to be a part of it, yet far enough so privacy was ensured. Thus the kind of people who would knock on her door were law enforcers and guests.

She opened the door revealing Mike standing outside, looking a bit nervous. 

"Hi. Come on in and make yourself at home. Have a seat in the dining room while I bring out the drinks."

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The dining room was a bit sparse, with only a few quaint looking chairs beside a similarly quaint looking table. The table was laden with so much food it looks as if it would break under the weight of it all, especially with the centerpiece still under the silver food cover. She took it off with a flourish, revealing a large platter filled with meat of all sorts. 

She poured Mike a glass of apple juice, one for herself, and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"C'mon, have a taste." Amellia looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to have a taste of her own homemade cooking.