Ollie could tell something was different.
Sure, they had always cooked and eaten what, in his not-so-humble opinion, were the greatest meals in the universe. But today felt different.
Today, it was as if his good brother was glowing with a nervousness Ollie had never seen in him before—well, at least not when it came to food.
When Ollie asked what was wrong, Luca had only muttered that it was because he was serving a meal to everyone who mattered to him. Then, with a shy flush, he admitted there was also the matter of serving food to those he hoped to know better, with the quiet wish that everyone at the table would find harmony together.
"!!!"
The blonde nearly wept.
His good brother, the little chipmunk who once lived on resilience and frugality, was now a man thinking of family, friends, and future bonds. Without even an onion in sight, Ollie's eyes were already stinging.
How fast that child had grown!
As the marginally taller brother, how could he not be proud?!
