Astrid's eyes slowly follow Zane's back as he leaves the room trailing Luther. She feels a soft touch on her palm and her eyes quickly lock with his mom, or Martha, as she always insists to be called.
Astrid smiles gently at the touch and the warmth of Martha's smile is so infectious that it rubs off on her.
“You know, I've been meaning to ask you a question since you walked into this house,” Martha says in a gossip tone and takes a sip of her almost empty glass. She peers through the tip of her glass at Astrid who has curiosity on her face.
“What's wrong?” Her curiosity seeps into her voice as she asks. Her face is scrunched in attentiveness and the worry lines show above her brows.
“It's nothing serious, get that worry off your face,” Martha chuckles and playfully taps Astrid's palm.
