Alana's POV“Well, with a dad like mine, I had to learn how to make my own meals.” He replied, flashing a stupid smile at me that I ignored. No way I was falling for it. I guess? Sigh.“A dad like yours…what do you mean by that?” He was really rich back then. I would've never expected someone like him to have ever lifted a finger, considering now he was no different. He was still a piece of shit bastard, so knowing how to cook how? He just exhaled.“You don't know me like you think you do, Alana. I know you think I have it all figured out, I'm shallow and I tend to be a bit abnormal, but I like to think I go deeper than that.”“What do you mean?” I urged him further.“It's hard to talk about. Maybe one day I'll open up.”“It's okay, I get it.” I got absolutely nothing. He lived a fulfilling life and that's it.We went back to cooking in silence, and I was pissed at myself for talking to him, and now it led to nowhere.While I was in my own feelings, I realized that he was busy starin
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