Chapter song: Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
The sky had turned a dark blue as they sat on the porch, enjoying dinner and the cooling breeze.
Lucien's gaze was on the moon that glowed a pale white as he took another sip of the lemonade Kenneth had made for them. It tasted just how it looked; thick and creamy with just enough bitterness to balance the sweetness from the condensed milk. It was unlike anything he'd ever had and left him wanting seconds. It also warmed his heart knowing Kenneth had put in some effort to make this for him despite having told him he didn't have to lift a single finger.
"It only takes three ingredients," he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal even though it was.
Not many people went out of their way to make him things, so he appreciated the gesture.
"Nevertheless, it was delicious."
There was a beat of silence as Kenneth seemed to be looking at everything but him.
"…I can also make more….if you want," he muttered under his breath.
