Drink [6]

The gentle tune of the violin whispered in the otherwise silent room. 

Sizzle~ 

Oil splattered in the air as the pan sizzled. 

With rolled-up sleeves, Hollowe flipped the pan. 

"Oh, oops~" 

Letting go of the pan, Hollowe grabbed the nearby towel and wiped his collar which was stained in the oil. Even though he wore an apron, he still had some oil splatter on his clothes. 

"Ah, and I really liked this one." 

With a gentle sigh, Hollowe moved away from the pan and walked to the sink. 

He was just about to turn on the tap when his pocket vibrated. 

Vr Vrrr—

Hollowe's eye twitched faintly, but he held back his annoyance and picked up the communication device. 

With a gentle 'click', he placed it to his ear and listened to the message sent.