Finn set his bowl aside on the table, moving his spoon into the bowl and looking around the house. He had never had such a simple meal, but it was possibly the best he'd ever tasted. He suspected that had as much to do with the woman sitting across from him as it did about the actual food. He watched Hope, something seemed off, but he couldn’t place it. Hope continued to look at him, waiting for his answer. He tilted his head as he carefully considered his words.
"I wanted to see you. You promised a date, remember?" his voice held a note of teasing as he reached his hand across the table to rest on top of hers. She pulled her hand back away from him, as if she had touched fire when their skin made contact and frowned at him.
"That was when I thought you were a north-ender too. It's painf
