Scarlett:
When I woke up early today, I decided to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for Malakai and I. I know he said he doesn't eat breakfast but what if he might eat this? I hurriedly get to work and make varieties: French toast, Greek salad, green tea.
“What is going on here?” Someone enters the kitchen, and I realize that it's Nico, his voice is deep, and it has that Italian accent at the edge. “It all smells delicious.” He says, looking over the counter. I study him well, there are dark circles under his eyes and he looks like someone who spent all night rolling in bed.
“Did you sleep well?” I thread carefully, he told him he was Kai’s closest friend and that they were neighbours, so I bet him popping here at any hour of the day is quite normal to him. Perhaps he might have spen
