Nina pov.
Cyrus and I left the bar and went inside the apartment where I was staying before.
When I entered, I threw myself into the couch and didn't want to move.
I felt tired, weak, not wanting to do anything, and not interested in anything.
I think this tiredness is not physical but comes from a mental level
Perhaps I hadn't fully emerged from the shadow of my parents' departure.
"Honey, I'll go fry you a steak?" Cyrus spoke while stroking my hair.
It was the first time Cyrus offered to cook food for me, and I got some interest: "Oh? I'm looking forward to it."
"Oh, baby, anticipation is right! With my ability and intelligence, I'm sure I can make a steak that tastes extraordinary." Cyrus walked into the kitchen with great confidence.
I also got up from the couch; I was going t
