Russel is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and there is a piece of cookie in his hand. The maid earlier brought several refreshments and snacks to the table for his afternoon tea time. On the opposite sofa, Gian was looking at him with a slight nervousness in his eyes. Chewing the cookie on his mouth, Russel gave Gian a weird look.
"What? Do you also want to have some cookies?" Russel asked.
"...No."
"Oh. Then maybe you want this fruit cake instead of cookies?"
"Not that."
"Ah! Right, maybe you like those lavender cookies? You can have it, bro. Don't be shy."
Russel picked up the plate filled with lavender cookies and placed it in front of Gian. When Gian saw it, he let out a sigh before looking at Russel's face again. Until now, he cannot guess what idea is running on his head again.
"Russel, I am sorry." Gian sincerely said.
"Hmm?"
