He grew up with little. No father to speak of, no money to spend, it was a rough life for him and his mother. For sixteen years, she worked hard and supported him for anything he put his mind too. But when he was sixteen, she fell ill, so he put himself to work to care for her. Four years he worked, went to school, graduated, and held a couple hobbies all while taking care of the woman who meant more to him than any other. His name was….
"Havi!" a female's voice sounded from down the hall of a small home. A blonde haired male looked up from the kitchen stove, turning the flame down low before walking towards the back room. The woman in the master bedroom was small, frail, but beautiful - short blonde hair with curls, bright blue eyes, and perfect skin. The male, Havi, looked so alike to her except the blue eyes. His eyes were grey, which his mom told him he got from his father.
"Yes mom?" He asked, wiping his hands absently on the pink apron his mother made him.
"Would you be a dear and make some of your delicious tea? The peach flavored one?" She asked, smiling at her son.
"Of course. I'll be back with tea and dinner soon," Havi answered, before turning around and walking back to the kitchen. He pulled out a small kettle and set it on the stove behind the skillet he was using that was cooking the dinner. It was chicken alfredo, and in the oven sat homemade garlic bread that was slowly cooking to perfection. It wasn't much longer before everything was done. Taking the bread from the oven, turning the kettle's flame low as well as the skillet.
He reached overhead and opened a cupboard, pulled out two plates and teacups. Walking to the spices rack, he pulled off the jar of tea leaves labeled 'Original' and then opened the fridge and pulled out the last peach in the fruits drawer.
"Got to buy more fruits…" he mumbled to himself before walking to the counter. He poured the two tea cups and set a few of the tea leaves inside the cup before cutting the peach into tiny, bite sized pieces and setting them to the side. Havi grabbed the skillets handle and shoveled a couple scoops onto each plate, placing a couple herbs on top and placing a piece of the garlic bread next to the main dish. He grabbed a couple forks, setting it with the food, and then turning back to the cups of tea. He placed a few pieces of peaches into each cup.
Picking up a plate, fork, cup, and napkin, he walked back down the hall towards his mother's room. Walking in, he placed the food on the bedside dinner table, rotating it around so it was in front of the small, slightly chubby, woman. He turned toward the TV, before turning back to his mom with a brow raised.
"What? I happen to love these drama reality shows. I mean, they're so stupid. Pregnant at sixteen. What is this world coming too? You better have not gotten any girls pregnant at sixteen, and don't even think of flirting with underage girls. I raised you right young man."
Havi merely laughed and shook his head, "Of course not mom. I'm smart."
The woman huffed before picking up her tea and taking a sip. "Then when do I get my grandchildren? I want them before I die you hear?"
"Of course~" Havi continued to chuckle on his way out the door, going to eat his food then get ready for work. Looking at the time, he had a little under two hours to get ready and get to his job. Shrugging his shoulders, he ate his food in front of the TV in the living room before going to his own room and getting dressed for his shift. He worked at a bar downtown from seven to two. It was six thirty now, and he still had plenty of time to get there.
"I'll see you tomorrow mom!"
"Be safe Havi!"
"Of course."
His shift started out as normal. The bar filled up quickly, people placing orders for not only drinks, but food as well. He worked fast and fluent, occasionally throwing flirts towards woman which either got him giggles, slaps, or angry looks from boyfriends, husbands, or dates.
