“Nothing new in Pahayagan.” Yvan stated, scanning each page of the newspaper. “But I must say their crossword puzzles are getting better and better,” he chuckled internally, pulling out a pencil.
“And Sol’s face is not everywhere, actually I can’t find a single poster of her.” Ladd butted in taking a seat in between Zeth and Yvan, having two plates of eggs on hand, giving the other one to Zeth.
“I don’t like that; I want coffee and that thing…” he said pointing to Yvan munching his food.
“No can do, you are a teenager and in need of nutrients for you to grow up,” Ladd nonchalantly replied. “If you don’t like that then go ahead and leave to me, I will be more than glad to have that than to throw that away.”
The young man can’t do anything about it. He can’t disobey his senior’s orde
