"Adrien, come with me in the living room, we have something to talk about regarding what's going to happen tomorrow." I heard Mrs Garcia uttered, her high pitched voice filled my ears, like she doesn't want Adrien to come with me in the kitchen.
Adrien followed the moment I left the dining room. He was already next to me when his mother peeked her head on the grandiose entrance.
I cleared my throat as I looked at him, "You should go ahead. I'm fine here." I smiled to assure that... I really am. I turned to the plates and neatly arranged them before i open the faucet in the sink.
"Ma, go ahead. I will be there after a little while." Adrien's cold baritone reverberates throughout the whole kitchen. His words marked with finality.
