"From the first dream..."

"Want some tea?"

Seraph gives her a cup of tea that was cooled with milk and was sweetened with a few spoonful of honey.

He personally poured the black tea in a small tea cup that even she can hold, and he added both the milk and honey; half filled with milk and 5 spoonful’s of honey, just like how she likes it.

She watches his movements and a complex emotion can be shown in her eyes.

'... The uncle that I always believed was the least interested in me actually knows something as insignificant as how I like my tea...'

Her eyes look away from the tea placed in front of her and was now looking eye to eye with Seraph. He didn't turn away nor looked down on her like she would expect from him, not like how it was in the beginning.

"Do you not like it? Hmm."

He tilts his head a bit and a perplexed sound left his lips.