NADIA'S POV

His gaze flicked to the table where the food was and then, back to me, his lips curved up into a smirk, a small amusing smile. I know right, it's amusing, I thought.

“You made dinner for me, hmm, interesting.”

I smiled awkwardly and returned to sit on the bed, “I didn't literally make it, just heated it up. You're home late, so I assumed you'd be hungry.”

He glanced at me again, before he carried the food and settled on a couch, which I just realized was there. “Next time, don't go over the stress to heat my food up or prepare food for me, that's not...