His gaze fell on her face, its warmth and light expressiveness revealing no particular emotion.
Norris Moore turned her head to look at him, and he simply looked back at her with a smile, gentle and mild.
She averted her gaze, sulking by herself.
After dinner, Norris Moore went into the bathroom to bathe.
The weather here cooled too quickly at night, and without hurrying, she wouldn't be able to stand it later.
After her bath, wrapped in a blanket when she emerged, Trenton Smith had already tidied away the fast-food containers from the dinner table.
Sitting on the sofa smoking, he saw her come out and slightly lifted his chin in acknowledgment.
Norris Moore followed his gaze and saw the small cake he had bought on the table.
She walked over, picked up the cake, and sat beside Trenton Smith, tearing open the wrapper.
Norris Moore scooped a pointed piece and held it up to Trenton Smith's lips, "Ah—"
Trenton Smith blew a wisp of smoke her way, "Stop it."
"Open your mouth."
