Jameson’s POV 

“Thank you.” She acknowledged brightly, picking up her cutleries as she stared at the plate of spaghetti before her.

I made us carbonara as she said but mine contained some beef in it. She twirled the spaghetti around her fork and I watched her silently.

“Hmm, this is tasty,” she still had that smile on her face. Little things got her smiling so bright—I noticed.

She chewed the food in her mouth, the corner of her lips stained with the sauce as she looked at ...