Eleanora

"I'm the one who is supposed to be offering you something to eat."

"Right? Who hasn't had breakfast yet? You."

Gannon stated looking at me.

"Well...I don't think it's right for me to..."

"Just tell me what you would like to have," he chipped in calmly interrupting me.

" I'll make you some chamomile tea; while I'm at it, you can think about what you would like to have."

Before I could voice out my objection he was already on his way to the kitchen.

I got up on my feet and trailed after him.

"Gannon, seriously, you don't have to do this. You should be at the office....