Emma's POV
The second day belongs to food. We find the kaya toast place I noted the day before and sit at a small table outside in the morning heat with coffee and soft boiled eggs and the coconut jam spread thick on charcoal bread and I eat two portions without apology.
Dominic watches me eat the second portion.
"Don't," I say.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were going to."
"I was going to order you a third," he says.
I look at him. He signals the server.
The third portion arrives and I eat half and give him the rest and he eats it without comment because he's learned that food given is different from food offered.
The morning goes slowly in the way that mornings in heat tend to. We walk without a specific destination, finding ourselves down a street of old shophouses painted in c
