Zane POV
My stomach grumbled, so I followed my nose to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich, and quickly ate it, then grabbed a plate for Madison, knowing she was not likely to have time to stop and think about food. When she was in her zone, all else went away. I grabbed two coffees too and headed to the room behind the kitchen where I knew she was making her brews. Madison is skilled at so many things, she amazes me with every new thing she works out.
I place my coffee on the table nearby and stand and watch Madison. I know from experience, not to say or do anything till she has finished what she is doing and looks up at you, or you see that she is about to start another one of what she is creating. Sometimes the wait is short, other times I have to interrupt her, as it is a long process.
