Kai's POV
I wasn’t sure what to make of all this.
Every morning for the past week, Eva had brought me breakfast, her movements careful, almost too careful. She seemed determined to prove herself, even going out of her way to win me over. But this wasn’t necessary. I didn’t need her gestures. I loved her, and I thought she knew that.
Still, despite knowing her pain, my own pain, I couldn't seem to tear down this invisible wall between us.
“Try these,” she said, offering me a bowl of noodles and some calming soup. “I made them myself.”
I took a spoonful under her careful observation. It took me by surprise yet again when the flavors hit me with an unexpected richness. The dish tasted… different, better just like the other dishes from the past few days. “You cooked again?”
She nodded,
