A small apple pie wasn't nearly enough for Adrian's dinner. But with only leftovers in the house, Christine couldn't conjure up anything more.
Any normal person would know this was the time to stand up, say they didn't want to intrude, and politely leave.
But Adrian made himself unmoved like he was expecting a royal feast. He sat there unmoved, stretching his long legs out under the table. Even the elegant mahogany dining table seemed less impressive next to him.
Now he definitely wasn't leaving - Christine reluctantly put the pie on a plate, added a fork, and awkwardly walked to the table to place it in front of him.
She felt like a waitress serving some VIP at an international conference.
This was just the beginning of the awkwardness. Forcing down her confusion and doubts, she quietly sat across from Adrian and started eating her portion.
