Lake doubted he would be baking by himself, elaborate meals would only be fun to make if the other Omega was in the kitchen with him.
Caspian had such a bright outlook on simple things that it made Lake curious about the Omega's past.
"You no longer work for Davian, right?" Caspian was the first person to divert from their light conversation about baking ingredients to something deeper.
Lake rinsed his hands off at the sink and dried them with a towel.
It was well past noon, the curtains were open, sunlight spilling into the kitchen.
"He didn't kick me out," Lake said, fiddling with his neck tie.
The problem with having no one to talk to meant that when a well-meaning person asked a simple question, the dam came crashing down.
"It was just for the best that I stopped working at the mansion," He went on, trying not to think of the messy way he left the mansion, and Master Davian practically asking him not to leave.
