Dorian had come back with a sandwich that was wrapped and another cup of coffee to go. I couldn't help but shake my head a little as I drank the last of my first coffee and then got up and took the sandwich and drink. "What's in it?" I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious about what he'd bought me to eat. "Breakfast." He shrugged and then gestured to the door. "Come on, let's go and have a look around." I walked next to Dorian, thankful for the food. I asked him to hold my coffee while I unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite to find it was hot and inside was exactly what he'd said—things I'd find on a cooked breakfast. Dorian chatted next to me about things I couldn't tell you as I wasn't really paying attention as I ate. It sounded like he planned on dragging me into as many shop

