C39 The Black Card

Mrs. Liam was cooking something, and I rushed to her.

“Mrs Al Jariz?!” she seemed surprised by my presence.

“Just Mika,” I corrected. I don’t want to be called too formally for everyone who works with Reyhan . Mrs Liam smiled, and I saw she was grilling a fish steak.

“What’s this?” I asked; the smell piqued my appetite.

“Salmon steak, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, Mika,” generally