The three sat on a table near the window with Jay in the middle. Surprisingly, Jeff didn't complain much. It seemed he had a sweet soft spot for Jay already. Because eating, driving with them and even letting him eat with them wasn't something Jeff would do willingly if he wasn't fond of you. The fact that he had included Jay in confessing to her made it more prominent that he was getting along with the kid.
"So, what are we having?" Amy asked looking at Jeff. She had left the task of figuring out their meals to him alone. He had proved capable enough.
Jay dangled his feet, his hands on the table as he waited for the grown-up to choose a meal. To any other person, he looked like an obedient kid waiting for his parents to decide, when the truth was, he was getting lost in the feeling of having a family, of having a mother and father who dote to him. "Jay, what are you going to have?" Amy asked as they both looked at him.
