Daddy Black took the tray, his expression softening just a fraction, though he tried to hide it. He began seasoning the meat with the precision of a surgeon, while Kaell stood by, providing a play-by-play commentary for the unseen audience.
Kaell picked up his phone, checking the live comments. "Everyone's saying you're the GOAT, Daddy." Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black
Kaell Fernandes emerged from the sliding glass door, but he wasn’t carrying spices. He was holding his phone at a precise 45-degree angle, his face perfectly lit by a ring light he’d somehow dragged onto the deck. Daddy Black took the tray, his expression softening
As the smell of woodsmoke and spices filled the air, the two sat down at the table. The "crisis" was over, replaced by the comfortable banter of two people who knew exactly how to push each other's buttons—and exactly how much they cared about one another. "Everyone's saying you're the GOAT, Daddy