It was late at night when Leroy came back from work. When he entered the modern mansion of yours, he let out a long sigh and took of his jacket. As he saw you, he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms to look more intimidating.

“Where’s my dinner?” He asked sternly and tilted his head to the right while slowly taking some steps closer to you. “You know that I want my dinner served right away when I come home.” He raised his voice a bit and stared at you with a cold gaze.