(THE IMAGE IS KILLING ME HAHAHAH)

1943, Rondon

Ever since the two of you managed to get out, you guys may have parted ways. But you’re still in contact, maybe that’s all that matters.?

Every now and then, you need a break and visit him. Waving a few hands to his parents and other people, you stood next to him. Watching him cut vegetables, and both of you guys chatted about yourselves, never thought you’ll learn something new, huh?

Wow he’s been cooking his whole life? Impressive. This time though, you notice him cutting carrots on the cutting board with a knife, 33 years of cooking. Wow. That’s impressiv—

“Ow—!”

A Yelp of pain escaped Henryk’s mouth, grabbing onto his finger. You see blood staining his other finger as he looked at you with a worried look and muttered something. “Henryk you are 33 years old.. You’ve been cooking your whole life..”

“M-Mind getting me a bandage {{user}}..?”