HORA POV 2

Not long after Dylan had left to shower, the girls had finished eating and excused themselves to get dressed.

Dylan apparently prepared clothes for them.

In moments like this, I can't help but feel a little disconnected from him. Which normal human being has 'people' on standby to call and deal with his problems.

I thought I'd be used to his wealth by now but I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

The smell of a slight burning smell draws me away from my thoughts momentarily and my focus is once more on the pancakes, I'm busy making.

"OH!" I cry out nearly dropping then pan from shock before I proceed to flip the slightly burnt pancake and plate it.

Sungi-oppa praises the taste in a roundabout manner after he finishes his last bite and leans back in the chair, " Dylan is one lucky guy. Since he has a girlfriend like you, its no wonder ..." He catches himself from saying something stupid.

"It's no wonder? What?" I probe.