The scribe was writing in the living room of the house, total silence surrounded him until the door opened, Kaveh entering apparently exhausted.

"Good da-.."

That was what Alhaitham supposed as he saw him panting and trembling.. no, it was weirder.

From Kaveh's side, the blonde had accepted a box of chocolates from an older man while he was passing through the grand bazaar. He warned, with a suggestive tone that they had a type of secret ingredient that the architect overlooked.