"I'm sorry if this has been taking so long. I know you must be so hungry by now. I usually ate really late because my appointments usually took so long that I would feel the need to eat only by this time of the night," she apologetically explained.
He did not even bulge about it. He just kept on slicing the vegetables that were needed to make the salad. Strangely, this did not feel like it was happening for the first time. It seemed like this had been something they were familiar with doing. It felt so comfortable to see him this way.
"The pictures on your wall, did your dad take them?" he asked with an eager expression.
"Yes, those pictures were all taken by my dad," she replied. "Most of my pictures were all taken by him since photography was his first love."
"I like how he took photos of you. Most of those seemed really candid."
