SERAPHINA
“Eat,” he said.
I blinked. So he brought this second plate for me? Did he know I was still hungry?
It was impossible… right?
Could he really have heard my stomach growling?
His gaze slowly lifted to meet mine when I did not touch the plate, and I felt my face heat with embarrassment.
Shit.
“I’m full,” I muttered quickly, turning away and sipping my juice as if it could drown my shame.
He chewed silently for a moment, watching me. “What a shame,” he sighed. “The food will go to waste then.”
My head snapped toward him. “Why? You should eat it.”
He tilted his head and pointed at the plate. “Once a plate is served, it can’t be returned or offered to anyone else. There’s no way I can finish all this. It’ll just end up in the trash.”
He sighed again, this time with exagger
