Careless Whisper

“HERE,” Zero uttered when he put down the plate on the table.

Isla arched her brow. “Why did you mix the mayonnaise and ketchup?” she asked.

Zero sighed. “It was your mom who did it, baby. Not—”

“What? Didn’t I tell you that you have to—”

“Come on, baby….” Zero went closer to her and sat beside her,...