|Snow|
“You’re hungry?” he asked, his tone edged with concern as he glanced at the plate. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You should be eating something more substantial than just fruit.”
I followed his gaze to the assortment of sliced fruits—pineapple, mango, grapes, and a few berries. He looked almost offended by the sight of it, as if the idea of me surviving on fruit alone was an unforgivable crime. I sighed, not in the mood to explain myself.
Instead, I picked up the fork, stabbed a slice of pineapple, and popped it into my mouth. The sweet, tangy juice burst against my tongue, and I made a point to savor it—deliberately, stubbornly, just to ignore him.
Michelle, knowing better than to linger when Kairos was around, quietly excused herself. She always disappeared the moment he steppe
