“Avery dear, would you like me to bring your breakfast to Ian’s room?” The middle-aged lady who had been tending to Avery’s meal since she suddenly found herself in Ian’s hometown asked and she nodded vigorously in gratitude since Avery felt she needed a break from watching Ian bicker with his grandfather for 10 mins straight.
She had long reached her breaking point, but she didn’t know how to break the ice, and now she’s glad more than ever that the sweet, nice lady knows how to read the room.
“Thank you very much. I’ll love that.” Avery wished she could throw her arms around the lady for helping her out of the uncomfortable position as they both headed upstairs with her meal.
“Don’t hold it against him,” The lady said as she gently laid down her food on the table.
“What?” Avery voice
