Anna set a dinner plate down in front of Arin. She had made some spicy vegetable dish. Green peppers, red peppers and mushrooms on a bed of rice, all dressed in some red sauce.
The window above the sink allowed a warm breeze to drift into the room, complete with the scents of spring. He loved the smell of sweetblossoms on the wind. The sun had only just begun to sink; there was still plenty of daylight.
Grinning as she claimed the chair next to him, Anna hit him with an inquisitive stare. “You don’t like it?”
“I’m sure it’s delicious.”
“Don’t wolf it down just to make me happy.”
Blushing, Arin smiled and tried to collect himself. “It’s not the food,” he mumbled. “There was a woman on the train who wouldn’t stop looking at me. I kept thinking that maybe she knows who I am.”
“Maybe she
