"Don't worry about him. He grew around here. He's familiar with the place and the people," Nana said reassuringly at me as she noticed me constantly glancing by the threshold of the kitchen.
I looked up to see her sweet smile. She continued to put food on my plate and gestured the plate to me.
"You should eat before it's cold."
But I wanted to eat with Razbill. He was gone before I woke up. I skipped breakfast thinking he left to buy something but lunch came; in fact, it was around three in the afternoon, and he was yet to be back. Instead, Nana came, and in her hand was our favorite Bulalo Steak.
"Aren't you joining me?" I kindly asked her because she moved around the kitchen to do some unfinished chores.
She smiled and shook her head. "I am done with my merienda. You haven't eat
