Vukan struggled to get an impression off Oliver's face as they sat in stoic silence around the dining table. His mother had whipped out her best dishes, while she employed Gemma's assistance in the kitchen. It was meant to be a bonding exercise rather than a simple meet-and-eat, considering the hellish situations that had occurred between them recently.
Vukan locked his gaze on Oliver, expecting him to say something about the note he had sent him. He didn't want any information of whether or not the flowers had been well received, but something or anything at all about the note would go a great deal to warm his heart. It was all he looked forward to in their time that morning.
It was what kept him awake through the night and the aftermath, a headache, was slowly beginning to set in.
"Vukan", his father called out to him. "I need your help out back with the barbeque".
