Mr. Vance swore he absolutely wasn't being sarcastic.
"Looking like a proper human being" was, without a doubt, the highest praise one could give Zane Hawthorne.
Of course, Zane had always dressed presentably before, but it was just that—presentable.
When it came to food, clothing, and daily life, he didn't sweat the small stuff, nor did he want to. To him, none of it was important.
It was no exaggeration to say that Zane hadn't even dressed this meticulously for the old master's birthday celebration.
At first glance, it didn't look like he was coming to work, but rather going on a blind date.
Soon enough, Mr. Vance learned the reason. "She said I'd gotten old."
"..."
It all clicked for Mr. Vance. "No wonder you're acting so strange."
'It's like a final burst of life,' he thought.
Zane ignored his teasing and ate quietly.
The Zane of the past had been a picky eater. He rarely touched meat and was selective with his vegetables, leaving very few things he would actually eat.
