12- The Dirty Ones

Elara had left and now George Kernel was ordering the office peons to bring in the plates from the conference room to the main office.

“Sir, I thought you might like to taste them,” he asked the staff to place all of it on the center table near the couch.

Aiden and Leonardo scurried to the couch and observed each plate. Leo nudged his elbow into Aiden’s ribs,

“I think this one is Elara's,” he pointed towards a plate. Aiden knew he was right. He also suspected the same.

The instant George left along with his men to bring more plates for them, they both had attacked the plate,

“Oh, my God. Heavens!” Leo closed his eyes and started humming.

It was after such a long time that he was swallowing Elara’s handmade treats. He turned to Aiden who instead of eating the tart, seemed to worship it.

He was observing it, twirling it between his index finger and thumb.

“Eat it, silly. Otherwise, I won’t let any of it stay on that plate. They are too good,” Aiden took a bite and then closed his eyes,