“I will be going,” Hershaille said as she descended the stairs. Clutching her backpack with her jersey uniform inside, she saw her brother cooking.
His hair was still disheveled, like he went straight to the kitchen before even combing his hair, which was a surprise to her knowing his brother. He hated it when his hair was messy. Even without taking a bath, as long as his hair looked great, he was good to go.
Giggling, she asked, “You cooking?”
Hans glanced at her for a while before going back to the food. “Wait for this for a while. I cooked something for you. It is not as delicious as Hannah’s, but it is edible.”
“Wow!” She couldn’t hide her anticipation after she heard it. Her brother seldom cooked because Hannah was the one assigned to do it, and she didn’t want any of them to tou
