Brandon sat comfortably on the plush couch in his private quarters, eating his food.
Books lay stacked in neat piles on nearby tables, with scrolls partially unrolled.
In front of him, there is a silver bowl of steaming rice seasoned with black sesame, while a larger plate had grilled slices of fish drizzled with lemon-infused oil.
Beside it, there is a bowl of creamy root vegetable stew.
There were also smaller plates: pickled radish with a hint of clove, a folded piece of soft flatbread still warm, and a cup filled with chilled golden pear juice.
As he slowly ate, he absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.
'Eira called me…' he thought, tapping on the missed call notification.
He pressed the call button, waited, but after several rings, it went unanswered.
He tried again. Still no response.
His eyes lingered on the screen as his narrowed in concern. 'She usually picks up… Did something happen?'
