There wasn’t much Xavier said that Amira didn’t feel the need to smile to during breakfast. He was a perfect gentleman, despite his undoubtedly whorish ways, and that made her feel special somehow.
When his mom and then later her sister joined them at the breakfast table, they were nearly done with their pancakes.
Karima raised an eyebrow in question, “Were you up early?”
“I was,” Amira nodded.
“She forgot her meds,” Xavier supplied.
The little snitch! Amira thought angrily… but then remembering his concern for her, she knew he wasn’t being particularly mean but trying to help her out.
Karima now glared at her sister while this latter felt the need to cower back in fear and hide someplace safe, far away.
“What meds?” Mercy asked, sounding half curious half amused by the exchang
