Saint walked into the warm sunlight that beamed brightly onto the floor, illuminating the kitchen. It cast through a large black-trimmed giant modern window that let in a scene of the beautiful middle ground in between the two buildings. A large enough space with a long-running track around a middle, pond, and stream with a few trees and a bunch of plants. All of which looked wet, fresh, and dewy from the melted thin layer of frost that had happened overnight. The light brightened the midnight blue steel kitchen and its shiny cold interior.
Everyone was seated around a long black iron table with a glass inlay, the table was set with placemats and dishware at every spot. He thought that the grande table filled with dish after dish was inviting and homey despite how minimalistic it was. There were two open seats on the opposite side, right next to Changwook and next to Kit.
