“So, what should we do now?” Aron asked washing his hands and then drying them with a towel.
“What do you have in mind?” Rhea asked in response.
He was unfolding the sleeves of his shirt when Rhea stopped him. “Let it be,” she said suddenly and Aron raised a brow with a curious smile. Realizing the oddity of her request, she searched for a quick save but came up with an equally embarrassing explanation, “folded sleeves are a good look on you.”
“Whatever may please milady,” Aron said, letting go of his sleeves and came out from behind the kitchen counter.
He went to the built-in tablet on the wall and after a few taps of his fingers on it, the soulful piano intro of an extremely familiar song filled the room. Rhea’s eyes lit up as she recognized the song, since it was of her favour
