"It doesn't matter." Ezra replies. "I still enjoy watching you eat."

I smile. I pick up my spoon and then I stir the soup in my bowl. I bring the spoon to my mouth and then I take a sip of my soup. I

I swallow my food and then I wipe some cream off the corner of my mouth.

I set the spoon down onto my plate and then I lean my elbows onto the table and then I place my chin upon my palm. I stare at Ezra for a moment. Ezra looks up at me. He smiles at me.

"Is there something on your mind?" Ezra asks...