Zander glares at Zalia and Mila before he stands from his chair. They could have at least warned him that she was behind him.He reaches up to ruffle his black hair as he turns around. Standing a few feet away is a short and plump woman with shoulder length black hair and light make up. She wears a flower black dress and a matching cardigan, beige flats on her small feet. Behind her, standing at twice her height, his father stands in a black sweater and slacks.
"Mother," Zander gives a soft smile and leans down to kiss her cheek. She pats his chest, the faint scent of her fruity pheromones wafting past him. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long, work has been keeping me busy."
