**Quinn's POV**

Mrs. Talon no longer responded to me. She sat down immediately.

Meanwhile, when I was about to take the food that was already prepared, Grayson pushed my hand away.

"Let me serve it. You sit nicely with mom. Okay?"

"But Grayson–"

"No, it's okay. You're my guest here. I can't have you cooking and serving food." Grayson rubbed my arm. "Don't be too nice."

I sighed heavily. "Fine." Then I took off my apron and walked out of the kitchen. Once again, I turned to look at Grayson. ...