Finally, she looks up and drops her phone face down against the table.
“Darling, forgive my rudeness.” She gives me an apologetic smile.
She is the one that came up with the rule of ‘no phones at the table’. I let it go; the aroma of the food makes my stomach grumble.
“It's fine, who was that?” I ask her. My eyes fly between her and the phone she is now ignoring.
“Who was what?” she raises a brow in confusion.
“Who had you smiling like that?” I ask her again, leaning forward with a small grin.
“Oh about that, it was just North checking in on me, making sure I made it safely from the airport.” She says waving my suggestive comment away.
I drop it. Teasing mother about North is too early. On the outside, my mum is probably the most composed and put-together person you will ever meet b
