"What are you doing?" I asked curiously at Raphael, suspiciously eyeing what is he doing.
"Nothing," He looked so innocent, and yet a mischievous smile was forming on his lips.
Looking at him with doubtful eyes. He was whispering words in Pharsa's ears that I find very unusual. He was grinning. Looking at me and then looking back at my cat to whisper some words.
I rolled my eyes and leaned on the couch feeling miserable. I look at them, my lips pouting. I lay down on the couch sideways, looking at them with both of my eyes. Minutes later, Raphael placed her down on the carpet, letting the cat wander around the floor.
"Let's eat?" He asked me, eyeing the clock hanging on the wall.
I nodded and followed his steps, carrying Pharsa first in my arms before we went to the dining room. The plates were properly organized, having a classical setup. Foods were already placed in the middle of the table.