“Let me know if you change your mind,” he said, warmly … and gave him an address he already knew. “Sonia can show you if you do not know the way.”

He did not notice the man’s discomfort – just the awfully nice congratulations on … something he had had nothing to do with the actual process of. Well. He supposed any man could make children – did it not count more who raised them? Zechariah was already thinking of names.

“You stole my homework and blackmailed the professor to pass it anyway,” he answered with a grin. “What did you have on him, anyway?”

His gaze wandered as he took another sip. Zechariah had a decent idea which one was Sonia: it was probably the pregnant, scarlet and gold blonde one who had been given the entire floor to dance with another man. They lived radically different lives. So had their his parents.

“Do you know her friend?” he asked, unfazed. “Does he work here, too?”

Coincidentally, he wondered where Darius was.