Jasmine POV
Sitting next to Griffin by the kitchen counter as we enjoy or—honestly suffer from swallowing the most effortful breakfast I made to impress him.
"Oh dear lord! this is the most delicious breakfast I've ever tasted; what is the name of this luscious creation of yours again?" He sourly smiled, and I fought the urge to laugh at his expression.
"It's misal pav." I delightfully answered, clapping my hands together as I smiled widely.
At first, he smiled and shook his head. "Cool." he looked down at the food with a soft chuckle, then he immediately tilted to face me; his gaze was widened, almost lacking clarity in his deep green eyes that somewhat dilated to brown shade.
I never realized the change his eyes could make; I was taken aback at the spotlights that I didn't grasp
