He had woken up just after four this morning, quietly made his way to the kitchen, turned on the light, and started cooking.
Amara didn’t know what time Finnian had gotten up, but seeing as he had prepared all of this himself, she knew it must have been in the dead of night. Why would he wake up so early to make a huge breakfast? Just to eat with her?
Amara couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart. She pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Finnian led her to the table and gently pushed her into a chair. Amara didn’t object, picking up a steamed dumpling and eating it quietly.
She had to admit, Finnian was a good cook. The dumpling tasted great, even if its shape was a bit odd, a clear sign of a beginner's hand.
With that thought, she finished the dumpling and was about to take a sip of water when Finnian placed a glass in front of her. “Have some soy milk. The temperature is just right. It’s savory.”
Amara had a sweet tooth but tried to watch her sugar intake, especially in the morning. She usually preferred savory soy milk to start her day. Did Finnian know that, or was it just a coincidence?
Amara drank the entire glass.
It was delicious.
Seeing her finish the drink without any hesitation, Finnian knew she must have enjoyed it. It seemed his breakfast wasn't a failure. He then placed a few shrimp dumplings on her plate.
Amara felt awkward watching Finnian serve her while he didn't eat anything himself. She placed a steamed dumpling on his plate and said, “You should eat too, Mr. Everly.”
Finnian was about to say he had already eaten while cooking.
But realizing she would feel uncomfortable if he didn't eat, he picked up the dumpling and ate it in silence.
They ate without a word, but Amara's mind was racing.



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