My male's eyes do not waver from my face taking in every word I say with a look of admiration, his mouth is slightly open revealing to me how immersed he is. "Taste them. I wish to know your thoughts."
He peers back at his plate and chooses to begin with the fish stew, I wait firmly as he tears a piece of bread dunking it into the fragrant stew and inserts it into his mouth. My heart beats rapidly with concern for his potential response. What if he does not like it, then what?
"D-Do you like it?" I question softly gulping harshly as he lifts his head to meet my awaiting blues. He somehow seems bewildered with what he has consumed as though he has never tasted such for years.
"Yes, very much." He replies without faltering as I beam at him.
