In Dreams We Dine

Zhou hadn't expected to become a frequent customer at the themed bookstore on his way home. But the books there, as weird as they were, were ones he couldn't find anywhere else and the food was even better– what more could he ask for?

Finishing the surprisingly informative book on sustaining cults and stuffed full with handmade dishes, he leaned back, suppressing a yawn. The atmosphere was too comfortable.

Unbeknownst to him, dark eyes followed him, softening at his relaxed state.

It would take many years before Zhou learnt how many recipes Azik had picked up just for this dream.