"I always thought that you hate drinking. Even when I came drunk the other night, you weren't happy." Mr. Black said, making me lick my lips. I was happy. After all, that was the first time Hades Black was being open about his emotions with me. I was more than happy.
He was chopping the tomatoes, making me sit on the chair, to watch him cook. It was a sight, I wanted to capture. But I had no camera. I saw his hands moving freely, professionally as if he was in a restaurant, cooking food for his customers. Every movement of his body was calculative yet elegant, making me stare at him with my mouth parted.
"I don't hate drinking. It's just that drinking creates a lot of chaos, I don't like to handle. Imagine puking fifteen times in the house and then you need to tuck them into the bed and
