Zack stared at the wall-mounted clock, his surprise deepening as the significance of the time registered. He had slept until noon—something he couldn't recall ever doing. For a moment, he just sat there, sinking into the seat as the thought settled in. Then, the sweet smell of food wafted through the air, making his stomach grumble and pulling him into the kitchen.
"Look, who's there? Conk out, man."
Victor taunted, pulling one corner of his mouth into a crooked half-smile. The rare sight of Zack waking up at noon was too good for him to resist poking fun at.
Victor's tattoos rippled beneath the light white fabric of his shirt as he lifted the salad bowl with one hand. The designs on his arms became even more visible as he moved, the ink contrasting against his strong muscles. With deliberate care, he leaned over the table and placed the salad in front of Yuna, his movements smooth and controlled.
"Where's mine?"
Zack's eyes narrowed in mild irritation when Victor didn't serve him any salad. He looked over at Yuna, expecting her to side with him, but instead, she clasped her hands together to pray, completely ignoring his protest.
"Let's pray first, love."
Yuna noticed his frown turned into a sarcastic smirk when he heard the word "pray." Despite doing it every meal, they couldn't tolerate the word "pray."
"Don't you know that a family who prays together stays together?"
She clasped her hands together once more and continued her prayer.
"May all be fed. May all be healed. May all be loved. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, AMEN."
"What is the Holy Spirit? What's the point of praying if God is sovereign and everything happens according to His will?" Victor inquired, his tone tinged with ridicule.
Yuna could sense that his question wasn't just complicated but carried a deeper, condemned edge.
"If Mr. Zack Avere could build an application for just hours, then I supposed, takes learners a year or years to differ from one another."
She could answer their question, but he would only understand if his belief altered. Yuna knew it.
"Where's my salad?"
Zack's eyes were drawn to a well-prepared green salad with bits of meat and a delectable dressing.
Victor's raven eyes narrowed as Yuna slid the salad he had prepared for her over to Zack.
"That is yours." I would never spend my time or energy on him.
He vigorously whined.
"Next time, Victor. I don't have an appetite for vegetables today," Yuna said, her tone gentle and persuasive as she tried to ease Victor's disappointment.
"It requires a lot of work and time and this is my first time making a salad." His tone carries a subtle note of pride. It was clear he sought Yuna's praise for his effort, making it evident that he had no intention of letting Zack have it.
Victor's countenance changed to exaggerated sorrow, with his eyes enlarging slightly and his lower lip sticking out in a desolate pout. The corners of his mouth drooped, expressing a genuine despair that was almost dramatic.
Yuna's mouth dropped at Victor's pitiful expression, unable to hide her shock at how convincingly he could evoke such sympathy.
"You took that from my garden, though."
Zack said, placing a bite of the greens into his mouth. He chewed slowly, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"You're as shameless as the pest that ravages the plants after someone has worked hard to grow them."
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The Power Of The Powerless Gambler
FantasyDo you know the poorest woman who ever lived? Yuna moved to the city from a mountain village and took on numerous jobs to support her elderly parents and two twin sisters with special needs. She washed dishes at restaurants, worked as a dog walker...
