The rest of Lunch is spent with the two grown men throwing insults at themselves while we the ladies laugh to our heart's content, sometimes choking and spurting out food crumbles.

A smile remains on my face as warmth creeps into my bones as I watch the homely eating environment. Something churches at my heart but I brush it off as a result of experiencing such a scene for the first time. Being an orphan and growing up without a family does that to you.

Half the time my eyes are trained on Nicholas who has a carefree expression on his features during the meal. His behavior is a total...