SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓=𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 [𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬' 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥]

"𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖚."

"Do whatever you want. I don't care," Porchay said, as if he knew what would come next.

The guy grinned while removing his gloves, "You know what? Don't be so excited. You're weak but you're still trying to be strong. If I were you, I'd relax my body."

~~
Porchay was the first thing that came to mind as I opened my eyes this morning. No. I mean, he's constantly on my mind. I sat up straight when my entire spirit was awake. I'm still here inside my car in front of the coffee shop. I gazed at the shop, and there weren't many people inside. I'd want to have a drink, but I can't just sit back and relax throughout the day. Not till he comes back! I have no idea where Porchay is or what he's up to right now. I have really no idea what is going on. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him everything I couldn't say before.

"I still have a lot of questions, and I don't know where to begin! I don't want him to rush through things. And I still need to find him!" He gripped the steering wheel tightly after starting the engine but was distracted by the vibration of his phone in his pocket.

"Phi?"

("I forgot to tell you last night that we have guests to talk to today.")

"Phi, can I pass? I have to go somewhere else."

("It's fine with me but Vegas says you're the root of the matter.")

"What time do we have to talk to those people, Phi?"

(6:00 PM)

"Alright, Phi," he said as he hung up the call and massaged his forehead. His head hurts from not sleeping last night. He wasn't used to not getting enough sleep, so he closed his eyes for a moment before driving back to their house.

~~
Two of their public service vans were gone when he arrived, but the atmosphere in their home was different than usual. He walked straight to the kitchen to quench his thirst, unprepared to see an unfamiliar face.

The woman turned to face him with a bashful smile on her face. "Are you Macau?" she asked as she opened the oven, not realising she hadn't fully placed the oven mitt on the handle, leaving her surprised by the heat.

Macau shook his head at the woman's stupidity and crossed his arms, "You should have brought a maid with you. You even got to choose our dirty kitchen." He commented when he saw the kitchen with a lot of orange marmalades and flours decorating their counter, as well as measuring cups that were placed everywhere. There is still water spilled near the plug-in blender. He had never seen a woman inside their house throughout his entire existence, and he didn't expect that the first woman he would see inside their house was not even their relative.

The woman moved shyly and made sure she had a good grip on the handle.

"Who are you?" Macau asked, slipping his hands into his pockets.

The woman never expected to know Macau in such detail. Macau, as a gentleman, falls woefully short of her expectations. The Macau she was facing now seemed to be upset with the world. It was nothing like what her parents had told her about the young man.

"Did you know that the minor family has only two children?"

"No."