While their mothers are stressed, Adrian and Lucas have freshened up and changed into comfortable pyjamas.
And this time, they are in the living room sitting on the sofa lazily waiting for dinner to arrive.
Soon after the doorbell rang.
"You wait here. You are tired, let me go and receive the food for my prince," Lucas was about to stand up when Adrian pushed him to the sofa. He slightly ruffled his hair as he made his way to the front door.
"Who is his prince! I am the king!" Lucas muttered with a flushed face and a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He peeked at the front door and began to fan his face to cool down when he saw Adrian was still talking with the person who was delivering their food.
Lucas hurriedly tried to compose himself but even after he finished and was in his standard high and mighty self, he didn't see Adrian returning.
And when he saw Adrian still talking with the server he couldn't help but frown.
