Love Language

There is no denying the burning ice of his stare as she used her right hand to put a bit of butter and syrup on her waffles. This is one of two to-go comfort foods that she’ll eat if she needed it. The other being cinnamon rolls or anything with cinnamon in it really.

“Do you want to try some? It’s just fried batter with cinnamon and pecan nuts in it, but it’s good comfort food.” She had cut a small piece beforehand with her fork and held it up above her plate questioningly.

He did look at it curiously enough though it is hard to tell with his placid features. Though he grabbed her other hand with the gentlest of touches and bringing the fork closer. She let him do it not wanting to accidentally hurt him with sudden or forceful movements. So, she kept her arm relaxed even as he took the bite of food from her fork.