The remaining time of Samantha's breakfast with Desmond was quiet. Each of them with their thoughts and refuses to speak.
She wiped her mouth clean with a napkin and looked at Desmond. "I'm through."
He turned his gaze to her plate of food before looking back at her. She hadn't even finished the plate of food he dropped in front of her. "What do you mean?"
"I said I'm done with breakfast."
His left eyebrow shot up. "No, you're not," he deadpanned.
"What do you–"
He stood up abruptly from his seat, causing her to flinch. With a smirk on his face and his gaze not leaving hers, he made his way toward her and pulled out the seat beside her.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he sat beside her.
"Feeding you." He began to scoop different dishes into her plate.
"No, you cannot–"
He shoved a spoon of food into her mouth, silencing her. "Don't talk."
