He studies me, taking in my words, then his eyes sweep over me. My brows scrunch together. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Because my mom would love you,” he says so matter-of-factly it sends a shiver down my spine. “Oh yeah?” I stuff my mouth because I don’t know what else to say and instead look down at my steaming food. Jesus, this salmon is good. “Yeah.” I feel his eyes on me and eventually when I finally cave and look up, he’s still looking at me. “She’d really love you. If you ever meet her, just be warned.”
