Juzarh Leiya

“Nice to meet you Lyle.”

I mumbled. He made his way to the table where I sat, taking his seat across from me.

“So Leiya,” he looked up at me with warm eyes.

“You must be hungry.”

The moment he said the words, my stomach rumbled aggressively and loudly. Loud enough for both of us to hear, and for him to laugh at me.

“Say no more,”

He announced with a wide grin, getting up from his chair. He walked to the pots and pans on the small stove. He lit up the ...