“Here you go.” I placed a tray on the coffee table in front of him with two bowls of soup. If I was going to be here cooking for him, he’d have to put up with me eating with him, too. We didn’t spend much time doing non-work related things. Our days were filled with rehearsals, social media, and me running errands. Aside from the fact that he was a somewhat famous singer from Canada who was neurotic about his voice, I knew very little about what made him tick.
“This is amazing.” Rémy murmured after the first spoonful. “Thank you.”
I started in on my bowl, occasionally sneaking glances at Rémy. He (unfortunately for me) had a blanket covering his lap, holding the warm bowl in one hand and the spoon in another. Every time he put the spoon in his mouth, his neck muscles would flex slightly,
