GARETT’S POV.
I stared at the meal I dished as it sat in a bowl, and a smile curled up my lips. I was done and ready to go. I liked the aroma of it, and I didn't want to taste it until she did. I was eager to see the look she would have on once she tried it.
I made sure to follow all the steps stated on Safari. I did every single thing without missing one, so I was sure that it turned out well.
I placed the dish on a tray, covering up the bowl of food, and a jar of pineapple juice beside it alongside a cup.
The staff volunteered to help me with it as I walked up the stairs, but I refused. I wanted to personally give it to her, and besides, it wasn't as if carrying a tray would kill me. I have faced bigger challenges.
I balanced the tray with my left hand and knocked on the door with m
