In the study.
The floor lamp was on, casting a circle of dim light, covering the man sitting on the side of the sofa.
Slender fingers framed the wooden drone, as the motion shifted, shadows of varying depth and shape flickered across the wall.
"Master Pedro, the soup is ready."
Jack Carter carried the cooked soup, knocked three times on the half-open door.
His gaze lingered on the drone before moving to the figure at the door, Pedro Langley spoke lightly, "Take two servings next door."
"Yes."
Jack quickly responded, brought the soup inside, and placed it on the coffee table.
Pedro Langley's gaze swept across the bookshelf on the wall, his fingers caressed the drone's bottom pattern, Nora Scott's vibrant smile appeared in his mind, he suddenly remembered the promise of that set of books, the curve of his lips softened slightly, and he called out to Jack Carter as he was about to leave the study.
"Master Pedro, anything else?" Jack Carter's curious gaze glanced over.
