A Deeper Connection

Florence woke up with a wetness in the face and a heavy feeling on his chest. Delicia was sitting on the Florence, staring at Florence curiosity, as if she wanted to know exactly what the problem was crying.

"Meow"

"Miss Delicia No need to worry, I just saw a dream."

"Meoow?"

"Do you want to know what dream I saw?"

"Meow"

Florence smiled vague and hugged the cat.

Florence thought of the dream he had seen.

His 10 -year -old was version sitting on the sofa and saw his mother making pasta in the kitchen of their old house, Anna looked so happy and young, even younger than He remembered. Anna was singing, as if she didn't understand anything.

Small Florence got up and went to her.

"Mum?"

Anna did not notice Florence, as if they were separated by an invisible wall.

Little Florence went back and no longer attracted attention, fearing that this illusion would break and disappear sooner.

Meanwhile, a tall happy man entered the house and hugged Anna from behind. He didn't see the man's face, only observed from the back of the widespread shoulders and half -long brown hair that was closed with blue ribbons.

"Darling you look happy."

Anna's voice was quiet and full of freshness.

"This is for seeing a wish come true. "

Anna expressed her next sentence as if she was aware of Florence and was talking to him.

"This is a sincere gift from me."

Anna came out of Alexander's embarrassment and returned to Florence. Anna had a warm and infinite smile on the face and her dark eyes were full of tears.

"Cherish love properly my little son."

Florence's thoughts were broken down with Delicia's shot and turned to reality.

"Meow"

"Oh... Excuse Miss Dalicia. "

Florence remembered his dream, he couldn't get out of her smiling image, as well as the image of a man who failed to see his face. Florence guessed who the man was but he didn't dare to say the word.

It was at 7 AM and it meant that Oswald had already gone to his office and Florence had another day with Aya.

Florence went down the stairs and saw Aya sitting on a comfortable gray sofa inside and reading a story inside its communication device, it could be the book reading because on the transparent screen on the air, only he saw text.

Aya was sitting in the opposite direction of Florence and she did not notice him, she was too drowned in what she read.

Florence intended to overcome the girl's privacy without looking at the text, but it was very curious about what she read because Aya was a professional military at the Army General Staff and always noticed The smallest sounds and movements were, but now she was missing in a text and she didn't realize that Florence came down the stairs.

Florence took a deep breath and looked at the suspended text for a few seconds, but it faced a strange thing, as he guessed the text was a story, but the interesting thing was that his own name and Oswald's was repeated, by reading a few lines, the Florence's ears that hidden behind his long hair became red.

Aya was reading a fanfiction about Florence and Oswald! He forgot all the strange mood he had because his sleep and suddenly doubt.

Aya like electricity, quickly turned off the floating blue screen and turned to Florence.

"morning Florence, when did you come down?"

Florence laid the cat and grabbed his face as always calm, tried not to appear in his surprise interior.

"I have reached at the moment."

She took a deep breath.

"Breakfast, do you want something to make for you?"

"No ..."

Florence went to the kitchen and picked up the Cooking apron and staring at Aya.

"You behave as if I am a 5 year old child, no need to worry, I'm a 30 year old man"

"Oh ..."

"12 years old when I lived completely alone"

"Really you can?"

"I like to be humble but I really have good cook."

Aya thought for a moment. It was as if she was matching the fictions she had read with the reality in front of her. In all the stories, Florence never cooked, all his orders were carried out by the maid and he lived like a king in swan's feathers, but this Florence she saw, was completely different, Florence was very simple and friendly, he was wearing a pink apron and tied his hair with a ribbon as not to disturb his while cooking. Even though she had been living at home with Florence for more than a month and they were almost considered new friends, she still had not been able to establish a deep connection with Florence due to his writing addiction and introverted personality. There were still many things that Aya did not know about Florence. But Aya was gaining a new and more complete understanding of Florence.

"I give you breakfast today, what do you want?"

Aya was frozen for a moment, but then responded to Florence with bright eyes.

"Ramen!"

"So today's Asian Food Menu"

Florence unconsciously made a smile that stayed away from the eye and whispered something witha low voice.

"What?"

"My mother, my mother made a lot of Asian food, she said the ancestors of one of her parents were Chinese"

"Oh"

Florence could cut the ingredients in a moment with the help of the machine, but he was preparing them by hand. Aya watched with pleasure the skillful movements of Florence's hands while cutting the vegetables.

Florence searched the large refrigerator but did not find the something he wanted.

"We don't have chives?"

"No, I didn't see any chives from all the time I was delivering food, maybe every time colonel wang forgot to bring them, it's not his shift right now."

"You don't need to bother someone"

"Ramen can't be without chives! Don't worry, we have a store with the best ingredients. By the way, it is for our own people, they always want food to be easily at home and be sure of its health."

"Oh ..."

"Of course, before you arrived, they were delivering late because General didn't cook very much, but now this house smells of life"

Aya picked up her communication device and called someone, after 7 minutes a man came in with an envelope of fresh chives. Florence started cooking and sometimes wa talking with Aya.

After 30 minutes, the ramen cooked and the two sat at the table.

The food smelled incredibly good, Aya began eagerly.

She couldn't believe that this taste was tried only in the restaurant of a 90 year old professional cooker in her hometown.

The girl liked to cry for the warm old and nostalgic feelings. It was the best Ramen she had eaten after leaving her hometown.

Florence, as always, was satisfied with the taste of food, in fact, as if it were a congenital talent that flowed into his veins, yet he was still a little worried and wanted to know Aya's view of the food he was cooked.

Florence lifted his eyes from his bowl and looked at Aya, noticed that the girl's eyes were moist, at the moment Aya stared at Florence with her bright eyes and made a deep smile.

"This is just a meal and I shouldn't be so dramatic, but it's extremely tasty."

Since he came to this house, he had eaten some meals alone and others in silence with Oswald, and he had never communicated with Aya on any day, most of Florence's relationship with Aya was daily questions with Thank and respect. At this moment, Florence felt like older brother who witnessed his little sister's happiness. It was as if Florence had come to know more about Aya at this moment. In appearance, it was just a simple eating, but in the short minutes there was a strange and new sense of affection between the two. He had previously read in a book that Eating together brings people closer together, as the phrase really happened.

They both ate their food and sometimes talked some words, at this moment a common thought passed through their minds and spoke up it at the same time.

"I wish Oswald/General also eats this ramen"

Both laughed. The girl slammed her hand to the table and expressed her offer.

"There is still food in the pot, we will put it in an insulated container and take it to the general!"

"Are you kidding?"

"At all!"