“Goodness, you eat a lot for breakfast!” I blurted without thinking as Julian unwrapped various plates. Bacon, eggs, toast, hash browns, chicken fried steak smothered in gravy, and oatmeal with a little bowl of berries next to it.
“I didn’t think oatmeal was sufficient. Help yourself.” The man knew how to annoy me. I wasn’t some simpering female trying to eat like a bird to make a good impression. I didn’t need to be told what to eat.
“I was serious about breakfast. It’s usually my smallest meal of the day.” I reached for the oatmeal, poured the small container of cream over it, and dumped a pile of berries on top. Julian handed me a spoon, and I took a large bite, chewing vigorously.
“Seems like you’re hungry enough.” He took the plate of eggs and added some bacon before using his fork
