After a couple of hours immersed in work, Alpha Asher finally deemed it time for a much-needed break. We strolled out of the office, our footsteps echoing softly down the polished floor of the packhouse hallway. The air was filled with the faint scent of wood and fresh paint as we made our way to the patio, where the sun bathed everything in a warm, golden glow.
Reaching the far end of the patio, we chose a cozy table adorned with simple yet charming chairs, perfectly positioned to catch the gentle breeze. Moments later, the packhouse cook appeared, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee that filled the air with an inviting aroma.
What truly caught me off guard, however, was when Alpha Asher casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. With a flick of his lighter, he ignite
