“Where are we going, Daniel?” Mickey asked as he drove the car.
“Oh, the Italian restaurant on the seventh street,” Daniel replied.
“Oh, I know that… they have great food!”
“Do you fancy Italian food, Michael?” it was Elise. She was sitting in the backseat as her husband and Michael sat in front.
“Not really, Elise. Just when I crave for something European,” Mickey answered back.
Elise softly chuckled, “Well yeah. I do sometimes crave European taste food, and I did it when I was pregnant with my twins.”
“You got twins?” Mickey asked in disbelief.
“Yeah,”
“Where are they? I thought you only have Mikaela,” He asked in curiosity.
“Yes, son, We had,” said Daniel in a dull voice.
Heaving a deep breath, Mickey didn’t ask anymore. ‘Had’
