Derrick sauntered over to the kitchen island, settling onto the dinning chair with an exaggerated sigh before reaching for the bag he had placed there earlier.
With deliberate slowness, he unzipped it, his fingers dancing over the edges as he pulled out takeout containers one by one.
The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, a mix of spices and flavors teasing the senses.
Derricksmirked to himself, lining up the containers like prized trophies. "Now, this is what I call a proper breakfast," he mused, popping open the first lid with a satisfied hum.
Derrick had brought more than seven takeout containers, arranging them neatly on the kitchen island as if he were about to host a feast.
"I don't like the way you're staring at me," Derrick muttered, shooting Augustine a wary glance before turning on his heel.
Without waiting for a response, Derrick made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers for a set of cutlery.
