“HERE,” Zero uttered when he put down the plate on the table.

Isla arched her brow. “Why did you mix the mayonnaise and ketchup?” she asked.

Zero sighed. “It was your mom who did it, baby. Not—”

“What? Didn’t I tell you that you have to—”

“Come on, baby….” Zero went closer to her and sat beside her, “—please… don’t make it too—”

“So, you’re giving up?” Isla cut off the hum of his words.

Zero shook his head. “It’s not like that—”

“Then what?”

He sighed once again and was about to reach for her hand when she moved away from him.

Zero let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t...