He's my only one

Suddenly, the smell of something delicious wafted through the air. I followed the scent with my nose and found Roman in the kitchen cooking something.

I walked over to him, grabbed a spoon and scooped some more batter into my mouth before placing the spoon down and then grabbing another one.

As I continued eating, I heard footsteps coming my way. I turned around and saw that it was my father. He then sat down across from me, grabbed a piece of pancake and placed it on his plate. We both ate silently for a couple of minutes before I spoke.

"Mum says that we're going to London next Saturday," I informed him, causing him to look up.

"London? What's there to go to London for?" he asked me.

I then bit my lip and then said, "She's just saying that to get me to agree to move back with her again."

He furrowed his eyebrows at this, obviously not liking what I had just said. But before he could say anything else, I got interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I jumped up off my sea