♪♪You must have been sent from heaven to earth
To change me, you're like an angel
The thing I feel is stronger than love, believe me
You're something special
I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you've given me. ♪♪
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [Breathless] - [Shayne Ward]
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The evening air swept through the busy streets, people moving from their day jobs to the night jobs of fun. While some buildings still had their lights on from the engaging vibes, one particular one stood out. Though the lights were still on but void of any activity.
Kian alighted from his car parked outside Silver Palace. The lights inside should have been out long before then, this triggered warnings in his head. He took calculative steps to the building and froze momentarily with his brows arched upwards at the locked doors.
There was no reason for a thief to lock him or herself inside the building, right?
Though that thought surfaced, he still carefully opened the door with his own keys.
The cluttering resounding from the kitchen's direction let him know where the invader was. He surveyed the neat and peaceful state of the outside before proceeding carefully to the kitchen.
A slow smile wove onto his lips as the tension eased out of him once he got to the door of the kitchen.
Esmé stood there inspecting two different plates of deserts that lay on the table in front of her. With the crease launched onto her forehead, it solely fixed her entire attention on it, deciphering the code of the mystery that lay before her.
"You still nervous about tomorrow?"
Esmé yelped and jerked backwards, scanning the room with wide eyes until they settled on Kian. Her hands went up to her erratically beating heart as she let out a huge breath. She opened her mouth to talk, but with her jumbled thoughts, she couldn't make out anything.
Kian stepped further into the kitchen with an apologetic gaze. "Sorry about that. You were just too focused. I thought I'd step in before the creases became permanent."
She shook her head, chuckling as her breathing slowed down, welcoming the change from her previously focused state. "We're making jokes now, huh?" She rolled her eyes at Kian's smile. "How did you get in? I'm pretty sure I locked the door."
His keys jingled in the air as he displayed them. "I can't be the owner's son if I don't have a key myself, can I?"
Esmé tucked her lips in and nodded. "True," she said and turned her attention briefly back to the deserts in front of her.
This drew Kian's attention back to them. On one side was a brandy snap and on the other was an arctic roll. He looked up at Esmé and noticed she had turned her full focus back to them. "You know you never answered my question."
"Huh?" Esmé looked up at him, squinting her eyes, trying to remember what his question had been. "About me being nervous?" A simple nod from him gave her the answer she needed. "Well, yeah. Nervous, but that's not the problem. The thing is apart from the main course. I thought adding a nice snack would do, but I can't seem to decide between these two. They'll both add a delicate touch to the day, but which one better than the other."
"Why not the arctic roll?" Kian suggested gaining Esmé's undivided attention. "My mother said something about the main course being quite spicy. An icy desert can help cool down any residual spicy effect but also give a nice special homey aura with the right recipe."

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