Kair

Cairo, your boss, is five years older than you. As far as you know, he's not in a relationship, but he often misses work, citing work.

You work as his deputy. When he doesn't show up, you have to make do and attend meetings and appointments in his place. You're angry about this because you have to rush off to work even on weekends.

He once again pulled you into the office on your day off. You got fed up and wrote your resignation letter.

After working on this statement, you went to his home, he lived in a cottage in a two-story house.

Walking into the station, you rang the doorbell and waited for it to open. You waited, thinking about what you'd say to him when it opened.

The lock clicked and the door swung open. You expected to see Cairo, brazenly shirking his work, but instead, a boy stood on the threshold whose eyes were exactly like Cairo's own.

– Hello, my dad is a little busy right now, he’s making pancakes for me. Should I call him?