Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿ EIGHT (8)❀*★

♪♪ Just do the next right thing

Take a step, step again

It's all that I can to do

The next right thing ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [The next right thing] - [Kristen Anderson Lopez] 

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Kian settled down into a seat at Silver Palace. He glanced at the menu on the table, even though his eyes swept through it, he didn't read the words written on it as his mind was far away from him.

"You're reading the menu? That's a new one." A hearty voice drew Kian's attention. He looked up to the person who spoke to see the waitress. Her uni-lip turned upward into a smile and her lack of full lashes didn't prevent the soft flirty look her wide-set mocha coloured eyes gave him.

He looked away from her to the menu in his hands and chuckled lightly. Well, it was a new one.

"I mean, even if you weren't included in choosing the menu, from your regular attendance for the past one week and counting, you should know everything on that menu by now." She shook her head, letting a strand of her raven black afro coils lose.

"Very true Scarlett, just..." he said and looked up at her with a small smile, "I'll have the usual, thank you."

"Medium-sized chocolate chip pancake and one large cup of Americano?" Scarlett read out his usual menu with a broad smile.

Kian nodded in response but before he could reply a firm but gentle voice cut in, "Isn't it a mother's delight for her son to always come see her, despite his busy schedule?" Her authoritative tone sent the once relaxed Scarlett rigid.

Kian turned, recognising the tone of his mother's voice. He always wondered how she could carry the aura of authority with her firm voice and yet still sound gentle at the same time.

He turned to her direction just as Scarlett scurried away from the table to get his meal with a small nod of acknowledgement to Persephone.

"Mother." He stood up to greet her. "You are here early." He placed a peck to each of her cheeks before he pulled away.

"Yes, I am and you are here to eat again." Persephone narrowed her eyes at him in accusation.

Kian grumbled and pulled a chair for her to sit down, Persephone settled down into the chair gracefully, she placed her elbow onto the glass table, locking her fingers together and used them as a support for her chin to cast her penetrating gaze at Kian while he took his seat.

Kian groaned as he watched his mother's posture, her facial looks being prominent with the posture. He noticed she cut her hair to shoulder-length, the colour more prominent now. It was the only thing he inherited from her, Brown. Unlike him, her chocolate brown eyes matched her hair.

He took his eyes off her narrow eyes with sweeping lashes that sent him a glare awaiting his response.

"You knew," he said even though a part of him thought himself foolish for assuming she wouldn't have known.

"Is that meant to be an insult? Of course, I knew. How did you think I wouldn't know my son has been coming to eat breakfast in my restaurant for over a week now?" she said and dropped her arms. She leaned back into the chair and raised her eyebrow at Kian.

"I hoped so?" Kian said, shrugging.

Persephone chuckled lightly. "Now that's unusual. You're hoping."