Farrukh arrived at the pavilion not long after parking the car, his broad hands full of shopping bags, which he set carefully on the table. Suga gestured for him to sit, but the man only shook his head, preferring to stand since they wouldn't be staying long.
Still, Suga insisted, and when a maid entered carrying coffee for the two of them, Farrukh finally gave in. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his tall frame settling between the others.
The two men looked much the same as the last time Suga had seen them. The only noticeable change was Yuki's haircut, shorter now and making him look far more mature.
"I won't be here long," Yuki said, raising a hand to glance at his watch. His brow furrowed. "I only came to bring you some gifts. Check them out. Ah, really, I don't have much time."
Suga arched a brow. "Gifts? What for?" He reached into one of the bags, and the moment his eyes landed on the contents, he nearly yelped in surprise.
