Cain watched me as I ate my food. The way he stared at me made me feel so uncomfortable. In a way, I didn’t know what he was thinking as he stared at me. I dropped my spoon, then looked up at him.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but please, can you stop staring at me?” I said.
Cain chuckled. “Why does my stare bother you?”
I rolled my eyes and picked up the spoon I was using. The food actually tasted nice. He did know how to cook.
“Do you like the food?” he asked all of a sudden, and I found myself nodding my head.
“It’s ok.”
“Just ok?” He raised a brow. “I spent hours cooking for you.”
I scoffed. “Ok, fine. It tastes nice.”
He chuckled. “Why are you so stubborn?”
“I learned that from you.” For some reason, I found myself smiling too.
Cain took a seat right opposite me. He wa
