No Hobby?

Imani's eyes became wide as she realized what Lucas meant by that question and although a smile played on his lips, his eyes darkened dangerously. He was joking but he was also not joking and he didn't even seem tired from their 'exercise' which took more than an hour. He had stamina, that was for damn sure

"Go away," Imani muttered as she gently pushed him away and he guffawed. She pouted and removed her bag from her shoulder, placing it on the stool next to her, as she focused on the French Toast in front of her. She was really hungry, thanks to Lucas, and the food in front of her would definitely not be enough.

Lucas sat on the stool next to her with a huge smile on his face that made him look boyish, and Imani shoved him again, a smile crawling onto her face too. He was... different. The first couple of days after she moved in with him, he rarely smiled and laughed and seeing him smile like this now, she wanted him to do it all the time.