Hiram's POV
“Good morning.” Riya's voice trailed behind me and I almost choked on my shot of espresso. I coughed to regain myself and Riya plunged herself down on the stool directly in front of me, on the kitchen dining table. There was a small, closed mouthed smile pasted on her lips and her face radiated with brightness this morning.
“What are we having for breakfast?” Her eyes scanned the moderate breakfast in front of me and her smile widened. “Looks yummy. I want some.”
“Here.” I push the plates towards her, leaving only the coffee with me. She smiled again in gratitude before going ahead to dig into the food.
It baffled me how effortlessly she pretended that none of what happened yesterday occured in the first place. How well she smiled at me and acted like I hadn't tried to emba
