It was early morning when Jasmine came to the apartment to check on Gobert. Fiero was already cooking breakfast while his sister was still sprawled on the couch.
“Did you sleep?” Jasmine asked as she sat at the table and took a sip of the coffee that Fiero already prepared.
“You know she sleeps like a log,” Fiero replied as he placed plates of cooked food on the table.
“And you did not even sleep,” Jasmine said.
Fiero smiled and sat down across from her.
“How can I when this problem isn’t solved yet,” he replied.
Jasmine shook he head as she nibbles on some bacon. After swallowing the food, she looked at Fiero and spoke.
“You are impatient and worry a lot. You worry more than the Queen who has all the burden laid on her shoulders. Chill, boy. You’ll dry up like a prune even befo
