The night was like ink, and threads of rain drifted outside the window.
Zhou Liao stood in front of the bar, holding a kettle, brewing coffee.
In front of him, Zhou Shi sat on the sofa.
In his hands, he held a high-level Rubik's Cube, swiftly rotating it, his fingers dancing as if casting spells, leading each colored block in a dance.
Before long, the Rubik's Cube was restored. Zhou Shi then twisted the cube again, scrambling the colors, playing with it, and leisurely solving it once more.
He leaned back against the sofa, relaxed, the Rubik's Cube lightly spinning at his fingertips, each move precise and flawless, as though playing an elaborate symphony.
"Bro, the coffee's ready."
Zhou Liao finished brewing the coffee and poured it into a porcelain white cup, carrying it over to the coffee table in front of Zhou Shi.
The rich aroma diffused in the air, hitting the nose.
