It was half past six and the morning sun rays pierced through the cloud. Sara was busy in the kitchen, preparing herself some toast and eggs for breakfast. Bryce had toasted four pieces of ready-made waffles for himself.
After much contemplation, Bryce is resolved to try and bring the Party topic up. He, too, would like to find out Sara's opinion of it.
"You know about the um…*cough*..about the *cough* Blood Red Party?" He started, wishing the conversation would flow smoothly.
"Yeah…?" Sara answered, waiting for Bryce to carry on with what he wanted to say.
"I just wanted to let you know that I kind of have an idea of what the event is about," he said in a quiet voice with his face still staring at his plate when his eyes were actually eyeing on her reactions.
She showed no reaction at all.
"It happened to men too. Well, not me. Blood Red Party is rarely held but I kind of get the gist of it."
