Joana
"Mom, here." Daniel sat me down on one of the chairs and place the jam-designed slices of bread on a plate on the medium dining table in the kitchen. He placed the teacup beside it.
"Thank you," I smiled and ruffled his head. "This smells so good. Mmm."
He giggled. "Well, I'm learning to make simple dishes before the hard ones. Also Mr grumpy, I mean Toro taught me quite too well. Mom, he's a great cook and his dishes are delicious."
"That's good. His mother must be so proud of him," I took a bite from a slice of bread. And took a sip from my tea. My eyes mistakenly met Desmond's and he was looking at me, he held his cup of coffee close to his mouth as he threw me that gaze I can't quite understand. His eyes were commanding and accusing at the same time and I wonder why.
