She hummed the tune of ''with or without you" on that bright, sunny April morning as she worked in her faded blue jeans and pink blouse; protected against the explosion of white flour and dough by her delicate, flowery apron.
Plain Vanilla cake with strawberries and melted chocolate. His favourite desert. She set the cake to bake, and stood there, imagining his arrival.
He would first enter the kitchen, knowing her so well. The way his green-blue eyes would lit up seeing her and the one-dimple smile over his square jaw. She imagined his crew cut, his straight posture and the warm air of safety around him. "Hey, You." were always his first words before the hug, walking over and just looking at her for a while.
The oven timer went off,calling her back to reality and she resumed her humming. This week was finally here. The one week his regiment got days off, the 7 days they saw each other, spending 358 days apart.
She picked up the ladle from the mixing bowl to pile it up with the other dishes when her eyes fell upon the navy blue file. On the cover was one label "Faith Johannson" below the "St. Marks Hospital" sign. She immediately placed it in the bottom-most drawer taken aback by her carelessness. He must not know why she looked so frail and tired, the black spots appearing on her arms, her unexplained weight loss, her hair falling in lumps. She wasn't ready for him to know just yet, they only had so little time together.
She resumed her cleaning, and smiled when she heard him step in the kitchen, standing there exactly as she had imagined, with his crew cut and straight posture.
I'm going to do a few nitpicks then talk about what I liked, okay? 
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