Birmingham, England…
The sun poured through the half-open blinds, casting warm streaks of light across the living room.
Benjamin's apartment today was cluttered but still comfortable; snacks on the coffee table, game cards strewn about, and an untouched stack of dishes in the sink that nobody had bothered to clean in the kitchen.
Genevieve sat cross-legged on the couch, lazily sipping tea from her favorite mug, while Caleb occupied the single armchair, adjusting his glasses as he scrolled through his phone.
He was likely reading another chapter of that Shadow Slave.
Genevieve spied at him. 'Is the book that interesting? Maybe I should really give it a try'.
"Shadow Slave?" Caleb looked at Genevieve, showing a rare passionate smile. "Let me clear your doubts now, it's far beyond interesting, it's a masterpiece!"
Genevieve was startled. "H-how…?" She stammered. "How did you know what I was thinking? Do you read minds?"
Caleb chuckled. "It was written all over your face".
