Marco's POV
‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’
Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met.
In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen.
Noted.
Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce.
Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass.
It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table.
After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the tab
