"Good morning."
When Katarina opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Azazel.
He stood near the table, carefully arranging plates of food while wearing an apron that looked slightly too large for him. His movements were deliberate, almost cautious, as though he was afraid of making a mistake.
Katarina blinked slowly, her mind still waking up.
She realized she was still lying in Sai's lap. He wasn't asleep, but his eyes were closed and his expression was focused, as though he were deeply concentrating on something internal.
'I shouldn't disturb him.'
Carefully, she lifted herself up, making sure not to disrupt him. Once she was fully upright, she turned her attention back to Azazel.
He was now standing still, holding a tray close to his chest.
"Thank you. But…"
Her gaze shifted from him to the table and back again, taking in the variety of dishes laid out before her.
"How did you prepare this?"
