Soon, we were done setting the dining table. Lunch was simple. It was pasta. We both took our seats with Adrian already seated.
I sat across from him, while Mom sat at the head of the table, already reaching for the wine bottle.
She paused for a second, looking at it again before smiling faintly.
"Thank you again for this, I really do appreciate it" she said, glancing at Adrian.
He gave a small nod looking calm as ever. "It’s no problem."
Then he reached for the bottle. "May I?"
Mom nodded, watching as he opened it with ease, like it was something he had done a hundred times before. Obviously, he had.
He poured into each glass carefully, then placed the bottle down.
"Thank you," we both said. We all picked up our glasses almost at the same time.
For a few minutes, it was just the
