Lucas nudged me for the nth time. "Jiana, I'm hungry,"
He did nothing but to disturb me and my prayers. At first, Lucas agreed to do it with me but unfortunately, he looked like he only obliged for a good thirty seconds. And now that I'm halfway done with my own vesper, he began whining and drooling over the number of food stalls nearby.
"Tsk, Lucas, the goddess might find you annoying like you already are!" I whispered in gritted teeth—afterwards resumed my prayers.
'And as I go this process, may you help me along the way for you are the goddess of knowledge and good fortune. I entrust everything in your hands. And also, please do help my husband for recovering him from his idio--,' I was reciting that in my head when I was suddenly, yet again, bombarded.
"You aren't even supposed to pray, baby," he groaned, though a faint laughter escaped his lips. "Look at those stares you're gaining! I'm the only one who's supposed to give you that!"
