A phone begins to vibrate and ring, "Sha la la la la la ooh la la..."

"Uncle K your phone's ringing!", she brings Kogny's phone over to him. "It's -her- right? Don't you ever get embarrassed in public? You must really like her..."

A mischievous smile is plastered on his face, "She's my other half".

"Ew, gross! Keep the corny talk to yourself!" She storms off and pretends to go to her room but out of curiosity, she stays to listen. Just what kind of person...?

"Hey honey! You're on speaker."

"Hey babe, you making another wooden trinket again?"

"Nope, right now I'm cooking."

"Wow... he cooks too?! I wish I had half your skills; how are you?"

"I'm doing great, I've sold more projects this month..."

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"Why do I feel like there's a "but" statement coming?"

"Ah, you know me well."

"Of course babe! We've been together for two months now... come on, what's up?"

"Well, it's about my neice..."

"Oh! What was her name? Sara? Savanah?"

"Amadea."

"Ahh yes, what a beautiful name- What about her?"

"I'm just worried about her."

"Awww, honey buns! She'll be alright! Don't worry about it, it's probably just boy problems or something. I mean, your brother died like, five years ago right? (Poor dude, he died before he could reach 50)"

"Yeah, but it's not something that always heals with time. She was also more attached to her dad when both her parents were around too."

"I know, I know, it's just hard to imagine having caring parents. You met my folks."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not so comfortable with you talking about my neice that way... she's dealing with a lot more then you can imagine."

"Right! My bad, sorry, sorry. Hey! Oh my bad, that was my brother just now... I gotta go! Kisses!"

"Right, bye then." He runs to his bedroom to head first fall into his bed. He just colapsed into his bed as if he'd run a marathon because this relationship wasn't always this forced. Somewhere along the lines it must've gone off the rail when her parents finally divorced. He mutters underneath his breath after sighing, "it's not the same anymore".

Amadea notices that the call is over and quickly escapes to her room.

"Amadea! Can you turn off the stove and take care of the kitchen?"

"In a minute!"

"Thank you!"