"My, my, my, Yan… that sure looks good. Would you share a bite with your mother?"
Ambryan chewed the cheesecake slowly. It was less creamy than the one he had before. This one had a stronger strawberry flavor because of the glaze. The biscuit base also had added spices in it. He wondered what would Evangeline think of it—
"Hello? Earth to my son?" Avery sighed. She leaned back and crossed her legs, taking another sip of coffee. "Will you ever tell me why you asked me to come here or should I give you some privacy with the cheesecake?"
"Can't I see my mother whenever I please?"
She slammed the cup on his work desk. Her elbow followed and rattled the surface. "Oh, don't beat around the bush. You'd never spare your working hours unless I forced you to. You clearly need something from me. So be a good boy and tell me already. Maybe I'd actually consider it."
