After forty stressful minutes of making the most annoying soup, I dropped the tray in front of him.
Hopefully all my work wouldn't be in vain.
His gaze landed on me, then travelled to the meal, where he reached for the spoon, filling that with a small amount of the slip..
Pulling it to his lips, he swallowed it in wla way that I just had to wonder if he thought it was good.
But then he was awfully silent for a dramatically long time.
What on earth was wrong with this dude.
He still didn't talk and I resisted the urge to scream at him to tell me what he felt about the meal.
Just when I thought my patience was wavering, he took another spoon, causing my grin to move from ear to ear.
It was perfect.
Yes!
After a few more sips of the soup and only a small amount of the fish, he dro
