At the table, the light from the candle made the room look comfortably cozy. The roast meat fragrance was still present, and I could hear the occasional sound of cutlery moving plates. I had my hands resting in my lap while I waited for Ethan to start eating. I mostly stayed silent and just watched around me. I could figure out his feelings by the way he looked at me. I felt curious more than anything else. This was the first time I tried to prepare food for him, and I made sure it stood ...