A boy was sitting on a seat upholstered in black leather.
That young man had his head resting on his fist, while carefully looking at the contents of the table.
On a porcelain plate rested a dozen chocolate chip cookies.
Beside it, a cup of tea steamed.
The boy couldn't help but sigh.
"Lucia, my breakfast isn't poisoned, right?" the boy said.
His green eyes shone with coldness as they rested on the maid.
"Of course not young master, who do you take me for? I beg you, please, don't make such crude jokes."
The maid's seriousness and professionalism were impressive; she seemed to have years of experience, something notable being so young.
"Alright," the boy said, while leaning forward and taking the cup of tea.
The young man blew on the cup, dispersing the steam and cooling the liquid's upper surface.
With elegance, Lloyd took a sip.
Upon tasting it, he felt warmth entering his body, while a sweet flavor invaded his mouth.
