Pseudo Swordsmanship [1]

The next day.

Seated on a white stool, Brandon sipped on his coffee and turned his head at the door.

Emerging from the door, which was slowly opening, was Amelia.

There seemed to be bags in her eyes.

Most probably, she hadn't slept well.

Putting the mug down, Brandon's lips pulled up as he looked at Amelia.

"Morning."

".....Morning."

Amelia rubbed her eyes.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Nope."

Brandon shook his head and took another sip.

Rubbing her eyes again, Amelia walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll cook something up. Anything you want...? Something that won't take too much time. I have to leave in two hours."

"It's fine."

"Hm?"

"Sit down. I'll do the cooking."

Recalling the events of last night, Brandon could only sigh.

He had teased her too much. It must've been the reason why she had a hard time sleeping.