aul kept quiet. To him, food was merely something he needed to replenish his energy. It didn’t matter how it tasted. “I’m done washing the vegetables.”

Miranda took a glance at them. The washed red bell peppers and lettuce were arranged nicely together. It was evident that Paul was a neat freak.

“What are you smiling at?” Paul seemed puzzled.

Miranda cleared her throat. “It’s nothing. You can leave the rest to me.”

“Sure.” Nodding, Paul wiped his ...