Christopher II [editing]

Chapter Twenty Four

"I'm glad you could make it, Christopher."

Christopher only nodded in response as the two walked into the house.

"What kind of food do you like?"

He shrugged, "Anything Kyrie makes."

Terrence chuckled, "How about seafood? Juanita makes an impeccable Bouillabaisse."

Did he know what that was? No. Was he going to eat it? Hell no.

"I heard about your whole art thing, how's that coming along?"

"Good."

Terrence nodded. "That's good. And how're you and my daughter?"

"Better."

"You're not much of a talker, I can tell."

"I am a talker, I just don't feel like talking." He responded.

"I can respect that," Terrence sat himself at the dinning table, "Have a seat. I told Juanita to start cooking for before you got here, she should be almost done."

Christopher sat down and like clockwork Juanita emerged from the kitchen pushing a cart decorated with trays of food.

"Sorry it took me so long sir, I was having some trouble."

"It's no issue."

Juanita set out the food and was out just as quickly as she was in.

Christopher and Terrence sat in silence for a while. Christopher has avoided touching anything in front of him.

"You're not hungry? Or do you just not like seafood?"

"I ate before I came."

Terrence sighed. Clearly, being nice wasn't going to get him anywhere with Chris at the moment.

"What do you want from my daughter exactly?"

"Love." He answered plainly. He didn't know what else he was supposed to say.