“Yay, tuna.” Isaac opened his bag happily, making me smile. The blonde boy sat on the bench next to Miles; he reached over the table and held out his hand. “I’m Asher.” I shook his hand. “Alexis.” “Nice to meet you.” He seemed to just accept that I was here and staying. I liked that about him instantly. “So, you’re up for adoption, huh?” I held my hands out palms up. “I guess so.” He gave me a warm smile as he pulled out his lunch bag. It was a good smile; it belonged in a toothpaste ad. I had to stop myself from giggling at the thought.
