Well, this is not what I expected this to go like. I thought, looking at the papers in front of me before turning to Yale who had this bright smile on her face.
In this case, does it matter? She looks very happy.
"We got more than five per cent, Zion," Yale said, wrapping her arms around me as I continued to cook, putting the papers away so that it will not burn or … anything like that.
"Yes," I said, slicing the stake before getting out my special compound butter made of coffee and several herbs. "That is why we are celebrating."
"You are using that butter?!?" Yale asked, eyes sparkling. "Today is truly going to be a feast!"
I chuckled, watching her jump around the room in happiness.
